mzeiya
Elder Lister
I was scrolling through Elon's app and witnessed this sequence of tweets:
Which, as someone born in Pumwani (kanjo hospital), raised in Buruburu (gava-built estate) and schooled in Upper Hill (public school), and now working in Karen (all in Nai), got me thinking...
We grew up knowing our capital city as the City in the Sun. Even the name Nairobi, derived from the Maasai phrase Enkare Nyrobi, means "place of cool waters."
But damn, Kanairo has truly fallen off.
A lot can be said—and dissected—about why this once-proud city, a beacon in the region and a beloved home to many of us, has devolved into a cesspool of filth, inefficiency, and crime. Is it the population boom that overwhelmed its resources and infrastructure? The years of bad governance rooted in City Hall? Or a cocktail of other systemic failures? Whatever the reasons, Nairobi just isn’t what it used to be.
Yes, it’s now a sprawling metropolis stretching into Kajiado, Machakos, and Kiambu counties. Expats rave about its weather, modernity, and uptown vibe. But let’s be real—it’s like putting makeup on a pig. I barely venture into the CBD anymore and when I do, it hurts to see what 047 is turning out to be, amazing pics of the Expressway not withstanding. Even once-pristine neighborhoods like Kilimani, Donholm, and Westlands have been reduced to shadowy, run-down versions of themselves. And the saddest part? There seems to be no solution in sight.
Maybe one day, we’ll see a grand master plan to save the city—perhaps by decentralizing political functions and enforcing strict urban planning. But until then, all we can do is watch helplessly as Kanairo continues to sink, falling further behind cities like Kigali. Sad.
Which, as someone born in Pumwani (kanjo hospital), raised in Buruburu (gava-built estate) and schooled in Upper Hill (public school), and now working in Karen (all in Nai), got me thinking...
We grew up knowing our capital city as the City in the Sun. Even the name Nairobi, derived from the Maasai phrase Enkare Nyrobi, means "place of cool waters."
But damn, Kanairo has truly fallen off.
A lot can be said—and dissected—about why this once-proud city, a beacon in the region and a beloved home to many of us, has devolved into a cesspool of filth, inefficiency, and crime. Is it the population boom that overwhelmed its resources and infrastructure? The years of bad governance rooted in City Hall? Or a cocktail of other systemic failures? Whatever the reasons, Nairobi just isn’t what it used to be.
Yes, it’s now a sprawling metropolis stretching into Kajiado, Machakos, and Kiambu counties. Expats rave about its weather, modernity, and uptown vibe. But let’s be real—it’s like putting makeup on a pig. I barely venture into the CBD anymore and when I do, it hurts to see what 047 is turning out to be, amazing pics of the Expressway not withstanding. Even once-pristine neighborhoods like Kilimani, Donholm, and Westlands have been reduced to shadowy, run-down versions of themselves. And the saddest part? There seems to be no solution in sight.
Maybe one day, we’ll see a grand master plan to save the city—perhaps by decentralizing political functions and enforcing strict urban planning. But until then, all we can do is watch helplessly as Kanairo continues to sink, falling further behind cities like Kigali. Sad.