Covid-19 was come. Uhuru had closed Nairobi. It had begun as a joke. On the periphery of KOT (Kenyans on Twitter), Wuhan and something something Corona, happening in far-away China. Like Ebola, Swine Flu and Bird Flu, localised diseases that would soon pass. And so, we had gossiped and bantered on matters politics and the tribulations of one William Ruto, isolated and estranged, a Deputy President in name only. His was a tragic picture; a double orphan and widowed, is the apt description by one Kenyan of his then unpalatable situation. 2020, February, I had then begun a job as a restaurant manager. One of those jobs you finagle into with absolutely no skills or expertise in the true Kenyan grind that is hustling. Anyway, through sheer drive and a bit of luck, the restaurant was doing well, considered that it had closed for a long while, then rebranded and reopened under new management (yours truly). 2020, mid-March – schools closed, restaurants closed, churches… On Twitter, that we...