I met Betty Wanja under the blazing sun that shines over Kikuyu, where she lives. It was raining fire. I remember this vividly because of how contrasting the temperature in her house was. It was cool and soothing - a source of comfort for my heated body. That, plus the refreshing glass of ice-cold water she served.
But this isn’t the only thing I recall. I recall the eye-popping collection of indoor plants at her house, where a whisper is as good as a yell.
