How to feel really good

Kisauni, Mombasa in 2003

Let me tell you a story…

Once upon a time, I was a volunteer in Mombasa, Kenya. Every day I squeezed into a matatu (a privately owned mini bus) and made my way into the city for work along with thousands of others. Every day I saw a disabled man pedalling a rickety little home-made cart (made of fruit boxes and pram wheels) across an insanely busy junction with his hands. Taking on the cars and the buses and chaos and the choking fumes of the morning rush hour… in a box. Every day I feared for his life, taking on the traffic in what seemed like a suicidal errand.