“Ni saa ngapi?” “Khadija wacha kucheza!” “Kidogo tu.” My head whizzes in multiple directions as I leisurely stride through the bustling dirt-paths of Kibera, Nairobi’s notorious slum. Far behind, I spot a crowd of weary but pleased middle-aged men rushing home to their collapsing shacks from a long day of work. Ahead, women of all ages are rowdily laying out their most prized possessions, wet tarps, and broken table stands that they rapidly fill with filthy socks and garments...