I was never one to accept complete isolation. My cubical was extremely limited that I could barely stretch my legs from one wall to the next. The grey, made of wool uniforms we were given irritated my skin as I walked to the small window. When I tell you how bothersome the view was I say this with all sincerity in my voice. Nairobi was in shambles and complete turmoil. The sky had a severely dark tint to it. It felt like the sun’s rays were never to be seen again.
Of course I wouldn’t expect to see a bright globe glow on these times we were going through. In the distance I could observe the unlucky few who couldn’t make it in here with me – rough looking clothes, smudged all over with dirt. The usual upper-class weren’t around to flaunt their high fashion status anymore so the beggars didn’t exactly beg. They just sat in despair and awaited their last days. I wouldn’t consider myself fortunate, but things weren’t as facile as they seemed.