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KILELESWHA

Im sitting in the middle of bags. Mostly empty. They should be full. I should have packed by now. Yeah yeah, what's new?
This is my last night in my apartment in Kileleshwa. This is a leafy suburb in  Nairobi. (the capital city of Kenya) (In East Afrcia) (East of AFrica)
Decided to write some sort of tribute or whatever to this place lest I forget where I started out. This was my first place as a wannabe adult going to work and all that. Unforch Im moving because it was too far from my work and I had become those lifeless people who spends 30% of their day starring out of a bus in a traffic jam. It was hurting my brain looking at what every single female is wearing and playing fashion police..or playing the game 'would I marry him if he had a really nice personality'.. So by the time I got to work..I was exhausted, every day.





 So, got a place nearer work. Its called Ngumo..Its right next door Kibera. Maybe my dream of becoming a famous photo journalist can be realized here. I can take pictures of the people throwing flying toilets. Yes, u heard me.
Flying Toilets.


So, lets talk about Kile. It sounds nice to people who don't live here. In reality its a cold, lifeless community. If you dont drive a bimma, range or merc..who are u exactly? There are millions of beautiful apartments rented out by people who think this is the life. If u cant borrow sugar from your neighbour- u are not living the life! Period. What Im trying to say, is that the people are unfriendly.

Secondly, back to the bimma thing. If you dont drive a car you will spend most of your time on the Westlands highway. Granted the matatu's to Kile are very entertaining..Classic in the morning and the semi-cute conductors sometimes forgiving u for not having 1sh, it is still a hassle. Only move to Kile if you have a car.

Also Kasuku Centre is a poor excuse for 'shops'. There's no Nakumatt or Tuskies..or any known supermarket. The kiosk on Tabere Crescent has more things than that expensivve thing they call a supermarket. And a salon which charges 500bob for eyebrows..hayi hayi hayi.

Random cute guy run-in on a walk = 0%
(they are all in the bimma, ranges and mercs)

So my advice to young hopefuls in Nairobi, do not move into Kile hoping your life will miraculously transform. Yes, so there's a swimming pool at most apartment buildings and the whole green leafy beauty blah...but your money will run out faster, you will meet a lot of posers, and be splashed with water by bimmas, ranges and mercs.

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