One day almost a decade ago I received a call from a number I didn't have at the time. Turned out to be one of my former high school buddies. He was in a dilemma: he'd recently been offered a position at a firm where he once was an attachee but was required to buy 'soda ya wazee' to secure the position. He was calling me to ask me what he should do. For context, he had an ailing dad in need of urgent and continuing medical care, siblings still in school and a mother who now had no income, having closed down her shop to cater to her ailing hubby. Ehe, harafu?