At exactly midday, I find barefoot Jacqui Wangari easing into what she calls her late-start breakfast — a plate of scrambled eggs, a single slice of rye toast, and a generous serving of baked pumpkin, at the car park of her peaceful suburban home in Nyari Estate, Nairobi.
The mother of three, who turns 40 this September, embraces the calm of the moment with the same grace she cradled her youngest just eight months ago. Yet, her sculpted frame and cinched waist tell no tales of sleepless nights or postpartum softness.
