145. The Woman Who Won Without HimRoman

By the time the car leaves Westlands, the city has already begun to change. It's as if the city had different faces and it's true. There is the Westlands elite side and the ‘common’ person's side.

The glass towers thin out first. Then the cafés. Then the carefully manicured hedges and imported trees that make the air smell curated. Nairobi sheds its polish in layers, like a woman removing jewelry she never needed in the first place.

I sit in the back ...