A Kenyans & Nairobi Discourse
Nothing beats the gorgeous chaos and human traffic that is a Nairobi Friday evening. The hawkers scattered all over the streets, some being chased by kanjo, dondas screaming at the top of their lungs their destinations and fares, the mats hooting, and nganyas with the loud bass music. The people leaving their workplaces are bumping into each other, rushing to either get home or, most of them, rushing to get to the nearest club. Basking artists with their huge speakers, photographers scattered in cute places hustling, ladies of the night with their gum and short dresses and skirts and shorts scattered in dingy streets whistling and hollering at the men and sometimes women passing by, and men with their famous "Why aren't you smiling?" among other cat-calling they think is clever. On a normal day, this would overstimulate me and piss me off, maybe especially the bumping and cat-calling, but for some reason Fridays inspire writings like these, and it is the day I put my pe...
