156. The Summit Where I Didn’t BreakNova

By the time the Nairobi Global Humanitarian Summit finally arrived, I realized something quietly astonishing.

I wasn’t afraid.

The Sarit Centre buzzed with that particular kind of energy only global events carried—measured chaos, polished urgency. Delegates moved in practiced strides, lanyards swinging, voices lowered into professional warmth. Screens flashed logos, statistics, faces from different corners of the world.

I stood just inside the ...