If the Subaru is a beauty, then its youngish Kenyan driver is the beast. You see it in the distance from your rearview mirror, but seconds later, it is impatiently bearing down the stretch, overtaking cars in a flash. Before you know it, he — it is always a “he” — is breathing menacingly down your neck. He inches the nose to the side and you scream, “Don’t! There is a 10-tonne truck coming your way!” Instead, all you hear is “vroom! Vroom!” and off he goes, charging forward like an Ikolomani fighter bull high on khat, bangi and witchcraft. Subscribe to Our Newsletter