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I used to think the worst part of my job would be another “emergency meeting” about a funding shortfall or an email starting with “Per our last conversation…” But I was wrong…completely wrong. The real crisis came when my boss resigned.

She worked from another continent. My emotional anchor was tied to a screen, across oceans, time zones, and an unreliable Wi-Fi connection. Yet, somehow, she was the glue that held my fragile work life together.

It all starts innocently enough with 10 spoons of energy. I can’t sleep, so I decide to be productive. My brain is firing on all cylinders. I am a nocturnal genius! I dive into work, hammering out emails, drafting reports, and coming up with ideas that will surely change the world. Or at least make my boss think I am a night owl visionary. My energy spoons, however, have other plans.

Fast forward to 4 a.m., and I am knee-deep in a project I didn’t even know I had. My desk is a disaster zone of sticky notes, half-empty cups of liquids, and an array of snacks that would put a vending machine to shame. I am on fire, burning through energy spoons like they are going out of style. Little do I know, the crash is coming.

Welcome, adventurous souls, to Kenya…a land where the sun shines bright, the wildlife roams free, and the matatus reign supreme. Buckle up (literally), because this guide will take you on a fun-filled journey, cultural mishaps, and the occasional chaotic ride through Nairobi’s bustling streets.

Step into the world of Kenyan public transportation, where the matatu is king and seatbelts are more of a suggestion than a requirement. Picture yourself squeezed into a colorful minibus, bumping along to the beat of blaring music while trying to decipher the cryptic graffiti art covering every inch of the vehicle. It’s like riding a rollercoaster, except the thrill comes from narrowly avoiding collision with pedestrians, potholes, and the occasional wandering goat.