The sound of horns blaring increases by the minute, rising up like smoke into the clear blue sky. The noon-day sun shines with a vengeance on the impatient and unruly drivers along Ngong Road. And here, meandering through the chaos, comes a dirtcovered boy in tattered clothes. He reaches out to preoccupied motorists, begging for a cent to survive. It seems twelve-year old John Njau’s life has become one endless search for a meal.
