‘I have lost a lot of people I knew to crime,’ says George Kiru, nursing a drink at 2 in the morning in a bar on the edge of Nairobi’s Korogocho slum
Music blares as he lists childhood friends who joined gangs, many of them now dead or in jail.
‘Personally I always said no to crime,’ says Kiru, who buys and sells second-hand goods and picks up occasional work as a minibus driver to feed his two daughters and send them to school. ‘It never ends well if you choose to become a criminal. Eventually, you will get killed.’