KENYA: Lucy the manager
“Wewe!” (you!), she yells out to a tousle-haired girl. “Kuja hapa sasa!” (come here, right now!). Her voice is sharp and loud; her Kiswahili commands can be heard 100 metres down the street, let alone a few paces away, where her young daughter plays in the dirt. The dusty girl jumps up and runs to her mother, a silhouette in the doorway of the café, looking out for her evening customers.