Nobody tells you that some of your biggest milestones happen quietly. No party. No post. Just you, standing in your kitchen, realizing you finally feel okay.
Today it hit me. So bad. So deep.
How far we’ve let Nairobi sink.
Driving to the office this morning I pass through Westlands, that illegal stage is still there. The same one I was once told pays a million shillings to certain “officials” just to be left alone. And now it’s chaos. Matatus blocking every road. No regard for anyone. No care that people are late.
No shame that they’re the reason traffic isn’t moving. You talk to them they look at you and say, “Fanya vile unataka.”
Drive a bit further, reach the Expressway roundabout, that underpass that was closed, there’s now a full kibandaski setup there. People frying mandazis. Benches, tables, people eating.
We’re literally two metres away from the smoke.
Then there’s a boda guy… just standing there peeing… literally stepping on puddle of pee.
This is our Nairobi now. We are fucked. We fucked Nairobi.
Our governor is busy asking people to take photos of garbage like that’s a solution. County officers have dropped their tools the only thing they’re good at is harassing people. You raise a voice, they send someone to check your license.
They even warn you “Usisumbue mkubwa.”
Honestly, I can’t wait for the day Nairobi wakes up and chooses right. Because this is not it.
If it means the national government takes it back like they did with NMS, so be it. At this point, I’d fully support it.
Nairobi is sinking. And we’re just watching.
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