They slay their fury tails left then right nipping at grass (if any) and the scarce leaves on young trees they come across. This is foreign, a land they aren’t used to. Busy cars with busier people, life in the suburbs. Driving through Thika road, it’s not hard to spot them. Assuming these sides, sheep are hard to come by. By sheep, I mean the actual four-footed animals, then again classifying drunkards crawling back home in wee hours in the …