As someone dangerously and uncontrollably slipping into my mid-30s, Nairobi can be overwhelming and often unexciting. A lot of people my age probably would find me appalling and unnecessary company. They, on the other hand, are normal people going about the business of being normal. They are not particularly bothered by increasing inequalities in the country they live in.
So, when one has lived for over three decades, they begin to look for places where their views can be accommodated (honestly, a lot of times tolerated).
Sometimes one might be lucky; they mighty find a place. Although not entirely with their age-mates but with like-minded people, one might find PAWA254. This will be defined as an arrival of some sort. An arrival that will be the beginning of a thirty-something year-old’s journey into learning, teaching and creating.
If everything one knows about Nairobi is from an NGO report about the Flying Toilets of Kibera, or from the literary portraits of savages in Karen Blixen’s Out of Africa, it is easy to imagine that PAWA254 is a fictional place. In Nairobi, a thirty-something year-old, like me, religiously attends events at PAWA254 and is a ‘lifetime’ member of the weekly ‘Off The Record’ debates because at PAWA254 no minute of one’s life is wasted. There is something to learn. Everyday.