When night falls, downtown Nairobi is graced by curious guests, piqued by the forbidden fruit…..
When night falls, downtown Nairobi is graced by curious guests, piqued by the forbidden fruit. The affluent, foreign and underage are now clandestinely exploring the menacing downtown, previously the reserve of black market vendors, prostitutes, thieves and street urchins. If author Mejja Mwangi was Going Down River Road tonight, he would find it drastically changed. Shrewd back-packer tourists have discovered the economic motels while the rich have discovered seedy strip clubs where debauchery in all forms is auctioned.
“Many are dropped by their drivers and they quickly duck into the clubs,”
Mutuko, a veteran taxi driver reveals. “Other bosses without drivers park in a secure uptown location then call a taxi.” Rich revellers can neither risk entering downtown on foot, nor having their majestic and at times official vehicles be spotted outside dingy sin bins. But many still ignore their safety, and one wonders why. “First, even the cash-strapped can…
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