Nuzzling the putrid river boundaries of the informal Kibera chaotic sprawl are a good number of modest land plots on government 99 year leases being sold to the bolder developers and entrepreneurs. The relatively high land prices forces builds skywards, testing rudimentary concrete moulding skills, bamboo scaffolding and the laws of physics way beyond the year 11 textbook base line of learning. Government planning inspectors daub the more offensive and downright dangerous creations with red-paint crosses denoting disapproval and the impending demolition and removal.
The already invisible irony faded into the ether when visiting a friend’s rented shack deep in the Kibera confusion. The recent rains have undermined the none-foundations of the mud and wattle wall, rendering the door frame off-square and the lock useless whilst a nearby unplanned open sewer did little to help and the landlord shrugged.
Our warm welcome quickly eclipsed the physicality. For a brief moment the reality of Kibera life faded whilst friends laughed and enjoyed the moment.