Kayia Nzeki famously known as Shosho, her hands weathered like the Kibera soil itself, kneels beside a young mother Eunice Otieno, checking her pregnancy ready to deliver her 3rd child , her wrinkled face etched with the wisdom of countless births. For decades, she’s been the midwife of these slums, a beacon in the darkness.

With no clinic lights, she guides mothers by the moon, her calloused fingers checking for life’s first whimper. For those who can’t afford doctors, she brews herbal remedies, her knowledge passed down through generations, a testament to resilience. When children fall ill under the night sky, she becomes their healer, her gentle touch and whispered prayers a balm against fear. In the labyrinthine alleys of Kibera, where hospitals are distant dreams, Shosho is the lifeline, the guardian angel, her weathered hands cradling futures, one precious life at a time.