You can understand Kenya best in motion. A matatu sliding through Nairobi traffic at 7pm, doors half open, conductor leaning out shouting “Tao! Tao!” (Town! Town!) over blaring music, someone arguing over a fare increase that somehow changed in the last five minutes, a tired woman balancing shopping bags and silence, a young man watching his phone battery die while calculating whether he can still afford dinner after transport.
Outside, the city is stuck. Inside, life is still negotiating itself.
