I wasn’t supposed to love Nairobi.

Not with its noise, its rush, its endless movement that leaves no room for standing still and not talking about the several languages that gave me a shock at first. Learning the culture of different people isn't a joke. Kibera didn't make it easier but at least, Oti was there and the people were super friendly and somehow, somewhere between setting up Malaika House and settling into my new name, the city wrapped itself around me like a warm, insistent ...