One recent evening in Westlands, as the city’s nightlife hummed to life, a teenage girl sat quietly in a taxi, her phone lit in her palm. In an instant, a hand reached through the open window and snatched it. She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She just froze.
Her mother, Ciru wa Kamau, didn’t even bother going to the police. Instead, she turned to Facebook. “That’s not the news, dear ones,” she wrote. “The real story is — she’s not even going to the police. Nothing will come of it.”