Nairobi, July 11 -- Let's say you have loud neighbours who normally host loud parties. They live directly above you. They are generally decent folk. They don't miss church every Sunday. They aren't those stinky neighbours who cause a fuss if you pack on their slot. Their children play with your children. Sometimes when the doorbell rings and you open the door, one of their children- the six year old who always has a bruise on her knee- will be standing there asking in a sweet angelic voice, "Is Chuchu there?" [you are those dreadful guys who name their children Chuchu].
You and the man of the house are cool; when you run into each other at the parking, you will always have a brief banter about the weather or if the tree hanging over the pa...