Chris Kirubi has a cold. But he has had worse. He is in his residence recovering from that dreadful disease that we will not validate by mentioning by name. (He does not mention it by name either for the two hours it took to interview him. So, neither shall we).
On this beautiful sunwashed afternoon, he is shuffling around the grounds of his residence where he has lived for the last 30 years, past a lawn so green it looks like a magician’s illusion. There are construction workers all over. He is constructing his dream home at 79.
