I was about to name this piece "you cannot shame the shameless" but I decided. You wanna know why? Free will guys. Free will. But anyway... The city under the sun. Such a beautiful name. Right? So poetic. So promising. You hear it and you imagine golden light kissing skyscrapers, people walking with purpose, maybe a saxophone playing faintly in the background as life unfolds in soft, cinematic motion. Then you arrive in Nairobi. And immediately, you realize the sun is not kissing anything. It is beating. Beating the tarmac. Beating your confidence. Beating your sense of direction. And if you are not careful, it will beat your bank account too. By 4:00am, the city is in full performance mode. Matatus roar like they are in a Fast & Furious audition no one asked for. Conductors hang halfway outside the doors, yelling destinations like auctioneers who are emotionally invested in your travel plans. Kwani you guys don't sleep? “Town! Tao! CBD! Ha...
Everything eventually becomes a tale to tell.