The story begins in one of the most flamboyant cities of Africa, Nairobi, “the city of cunning people”
It was my first time to set my foot on the Kenyan capital; where all bright minds converge in, on a yearly basis,
Having been raised in a remote village deep inside Makueni County, I was bewildered by the stunning beauty of the golden city!
There were colourful dancing lights everywhere, all people were smartly dressed from head to toes,

I stared at my old grey suit that was authored and sewed by Mama Mwende, our village tailor,
Truly it was nothing close to any of these, I was now trailing in the class of street children!
Now to my amazement i saw lads and lasses holding hands as they trolled through the busy streets!
Things were now getting out of hand, what kind of a land is this? Don’t they have laws like ours? But still I didn’t get answers!

In my native land no woman in whichever capacity is allowed to parade her physique to anyone,
But here young girls seemed to be perturbed by their clothes, I even thought they were forced to put them on,
Away from this generation, everyone else was busy, some were selling coffee, fruit salads and peanuts, that was really impressive!
I remembered what my grandpa used to tell me, before he passed away, that Nairobi is “A City of Cunning People” Be coutious son!