You will see them on Nairobi’s roads, sometimes before the usual morning traffic builds up, and sometimes long after sunrise. Their bikes hum against the tarmac and sweat beads on their brows.
To the matatu drivers, bodaboda riders, and bystanders, they are a curiosity. In the streets, cyclists call them wafinyi — loosely translated to mean “those who press.” And pressing the pedals, they do.
