
Stephen Mwiti holds up a blue check shirt and dark shorts that Samuel, his eldest son, wore to school. They and a few old photographs are all he has left of the children and wife he lived with in Malindi, a tourist town on the Kenyan coast.
It is early morning. Outside, through the door of Mwiti’s one-room home, I can see other children in the same check shirt making their way through the slum along a path of red earth to school.
Bizarre doesn’t begin to describe this.





It’s actually pretty rare for something to come along that manages to transform the nation from perfect indifference to utter pique in the course of one day, but somehow this government has managed it. I am talking, of course, about the most important news to emerge from this week – 


