The country didn’t blow up after the death of the MP yesterday. Here classes went on as normal. Elsewhere shops were open, and people travelled around Nairobi freely. It was business as usual.
Still you get the sense that we are sitting on a powder keg soaked in gasoline just waiting for the next match. In other parts of the country, houses are still burning, police stations are still packed with refugees, and people are trying to pick up the pieces of their destroyed lives. Everybody knows someone who has been affected or is housing refugees from somewhere else, fearing the gangs that roam at night.
What can you say? It just feels heavy.