Kalson's Kona

If I thought I would fit-in better upon my return to Kenya after an almost 20 year hiatus; simply because I share similar physical attributes, speak the same language or enjoy the same foods, I could not be more wrong.

Nairobi is growing at an incredible pace and becoming a more vibrant city every minute; just like many cities across the continent. Despite this, many of us are still left holding tightly to the memories of what it once was; a clean and quiet city with ample space to move around and breath.

My friends (also recent returnees) and I spend most of our times together commiserating about Nairobi traffic, the poor customer service, smog and almost everything else. Always comparing it to where we've been or yearning for a Nairobi edition of throwback Thursdays... permanently!

We are taught to expect it, that change is natural; yet the past seems to have a profound hold on us, colouring most, if not all of our experiences. Maybe that's because our memories are seared deeply into our souls, unchanged and untainted by the fast-flowing river of time.

The irony though is that we have changed though our memories try to deny it, changed in both real and imagined ways.  We need to let Nairobi be who she is, in both her present glory and her disfunction.


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