Monday, 23 February 2015


*Dusts cobwebs*


*Sets luggage down and sighs*

This girl has finally arrived in Nairobi.

I have been away from the blog. For a number of reasons. Reasons that I will not really bother to write here :) because, of course, it doesn't matter. Either way, I am back:)

I have finally arrived in Nairobi. I say that like I have never been here. Like I am here merely mesmerized by Safaricom Center in Westlands and cannot come to terms with the number of 'stages' present. From Muthurwa to Odeon to Bus Station to Koja to KenCom to Railways. Where I come from, a building that size is still an idea in Blueprint waiting to be executed and there exists only three major bus stations. The Estate stages just find their way into these stages, sometimes they get chased, like a certain estate where I come from. My apologies, Eldoret people:) I am one of you.

I was born and raised in Eldoret. All through Nursery to High School I resided in Eldoret. Coming to the Capital was a once in a while kind of thing. My dad worked here then (he is now a retired man doing some great farming, his chicken are too good) and he would come home every weekend. We would only visit him once in a while during the holidays.

I began staying in Nairobi for longer whiles when I cleared high school and enrolled in Goethe Institut, Alliance Francais and IAT to pursue these minimal courses as I waited to join Campus. Yes, I am that old.

I remember after December holidays, the year I finished my KCSE,  my German classes were to start on January 13th the following year, so I travelled to Nairobi with people who were going back to resume their jobs. My Uncle was among them. He lived in BuruBuru at that time so that was my first estate to live in Nairobi.

On the morning of 10th, he took me to town. I had never gone on my own so...yes orientation was necessary. Very tough one it was. He decided we should alight at Muthurwa and walk all the way to Loita/Mama Ngina Street. And he made me lock how Kenyatta and Moi Avenue looked like in my mind, because I was clearly going to need that. I remember for four straight weeks after that I would walk along Moi Avenue and connect with Kenyatta very faithfully. Never straying. I remember how the sight of I&M Building would always calm my tense heart because every second, I was sure I was lost. If anyone monitored me during those days, I am sure they had a good laugh.
You'd think the going journey was hard enough, the return trip was worse. After registration at Maendeleo, my uncle left me at the doorstep of the building and told me to find my way back to Muthurwa, board a matau and go home. Sema desperation. I tried to recall how we came. Nothing. Even as I walked trying to look confident, I was dead sure I was getting lost. There was no way on Earth I was finding Muthurwa on my own. But I walked. I mean, I boarded a matatu on my own, when I was in class 7 and 8, from Kitale to Eldoret every morning to make it to tution and travelled back the same way, why should this be a challenge?

Found it I did, but after hours and moments of exasperation. Looking back, at one point I was walking towards Nyayo Stadium. I kept calling my aunt and she kept giving me names of buildings I know nothing about. It is an attribute of a newbie to be familiar with Afya Center only. After one struggle came another. I did not know at what point I should alight. This, will be a story for another day.

As I settle in Nairobi this time, it is not my first time. There are things that really stand out compared to Eldoret, and that was my intended post. But then I remembered my very first days and I just had to share those experiences because they still make me laugh. I may add that on the morning of January 13th while going to class, the matatu passed through Eastleigh and I remember being very convinced I had not boarded a matatu headed to CBD. You see, here there are quite a number of routes to CBD. In Eldoret, the matatus are always accustomed to one route. So what you saw while going to town is what you will see when going back home. When that did not happen, sema shida.

See you in my next post, where I will actually be writing what I had intended to write today:)



  1. Haha! Nice one. We've all been there, regardless of how close to the capital you live. I remember when I attended IAT, I used one route only. Until someone told me it would be so easy to be waylaid.

    1. :D Yeah I guess. Looking back at such days gives one a good laugh.

  2. nice one! absolutely relateable because i'm still at that "visiting nairobi from time to time" stage. i know i get hugely apprehensive when the matatu or bus i take decides to take an absolutely unknown route. but because no one can know that i'm not "dem wa tao", i don't shout out hysterically "wrong route!!", instead i sit there holding my breath and saying my prayers and most of the time, if they do not decide to "nyongea hapa", i get to my destination just fine.:) looking forward to your next story.....

    1. Haha Velma thanks for reading:):) "nyongea hapa" lol. The matatu lingo never fails to amuse me.

  3. Muhahahaha Prinzess :) You make me happy!! Keep writing, I will read.

    1. Hhahaha Prinzess!! Thank you for passing by my house of words:)

  4. I&M, Afya Centre... Hahaha.

    I'm just afraid to write my story.


  5. Hahaha interesting article.... I wish I could say I relate but I can't. I was born in this chaos.

    1. I wonder how I would have turned out had that been the case for me. Thanks for reading:)

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  7. I will read your books,You blessed with a Talent you will live to thank God for.Art is you,


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