Nairobi: It is mid-morning in Narok, and the sun blazes fiercely, sending waves of heat through the corrugated iron sheets of a small makeshift house. Inside, Vincent Chacha sits on a worn-out chair, wiping sweat from his brow. The modest one-room dwe…

Nairobi: It is mid-morning in Narok, and the sun blazes fiercely, sending waves of heat through the corrugated iron sheets of a small makeshift house. Inside, Vincent Chacha sits on a worn-out chair, wiping sweat from his brow. The modest one-room dwe…

Nairobi: It is mid-morning in Narok, and the sun blazes fiercely, sending waves of heat through the corrugated iron sheets of a small makeshift house. Inside, Vincent Chacha sits on a worn-out chair, wiping sweat from his brow. The modest one-room dwe…

Nairobi: It is mid-morning in Narok, and the sun blazes fiercely, sending waves of heat through the corrugated iron sheets of a small makeshift house. Inside, Vincent Chacha sits on a worn-out chair, wiping sweat from his brow. The modest one-room dwe…