the mtv africa music awards. why go? why not.
so we went. and it was great. wyclef mc'd and akon performed along with countless other african artists I'd never heard of. there was a push-up contest on stage and an akon/wyclef striptease. wyclef dissed on lauryn hill.
after leaving the show we stopped at kenchic for chicken and fries. there were accosted by a fellow who was fairly insistent about painting our nails. after spying his bottle of glue (huffing is tragically very common in kenya) we declined.
we then had to convince a cab driver to take us home at two in the morning. cab drivers don't normally drive through our part of town late a night - too dangerous, they say. and I'm beginning to understand why. as we drove along kibera road we came across a man beating a woman senseless in the middle of the street while at least ten people looked on. at which point out cab driver says, "you can't force love" and continued to drive...
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