Slum TV

THE foul stench of poverty hogs your nostrils long before you reach the battered tin shacks. As we squeeze through the chaotic hubbub that fills the narrow, dirt alleys, people peer through the car window and stare. Mzungu! White person! Word ripples though the crowds as we reach our destination. I stick close to my guides, Josiah Omotto and Catherine Njuguna, as we step out of the car and into a marketplace full of Borana men from northern Kenya who have come to sell their livestock in the city. In the confusion of noise, smell, animals, people and flies, Omotto…