My late grandmother, the woman I was named after, was a very popular Marijuana dealer a better part of her life.
During market days she’d lay out a bunch of cheap bangles on a mat then she’d sing
“nauza BANGI-li, nauza BANGI-li” skillfully putting emphasis on “bangi”
That way her illegal business was hidden in plain sight.
Her customers of course knew the code and her business was just thriving. But her fellow traders would wonder why this woman who only stocked women bangles had an all male clientele .
They’d ask her ” Serah, you always come with 20 bangles and leave with them untouched, but we always see you counting money at the end of the day, how do you do it?”
But like every other Kenyan who doesn’t want to share her success secrets, she’d answer smugly
“It is by the grace of god”.