Nairobi is generally overwhelming and Overstimulating for me. I dont know how long i can do this. On one side you are twisting your spinal cord like a Kakadu crocodile trying to get away from a guy in a trench coat carrying a 55’ inch Tv on his shoulder moving at a speed of 65km/h.
On the other side you’re trying not to step on the hawkers mtumba jeans that he has anikad 2inches away from the Main road, and at the same time you’re also trying not to get distracted by the Genzi baddie infront if you,that is wearing a baggy jeans with a tumbo cat, and a protruding white underwear that is peeping up her trouser forming a Y shape on her waist
While all this is happening,your right arm is simultaneously going back and forth in your left pocket to make sure your phone is still there,hujaibiwa. Bwana ayam telling you Nairobi is like vietnam,but without guns. The only thing that makes me come back here is poverty.