I remember an easier time, when Thika Superhighway was just Thika Road. Nothing was super about it, not even the traffic. We were regulars at a bar and lounge just before you get to Kahawa Wendani, I cannot recall the name. Next to the bar and lounge was a small timber yard, also memory fails me on the name of that timber company. It was so tiny, you would have thought they dealt toothpicks. This was a time when we were young, living in Nairobi with our hearts filled with endless adrenaline and possibility.
We worked and we drunk. Sometimes, we drunk then worked; we did not have a schedule really. When we got stuck in traffic on Thika Road, that was only two lanes, we pulled out Wizard of the Crow by Ngugi Wa Thiong’o from our bags. Sometimes we read, sometimes it was to impress the girl seated next to us in a matatu. We were young, full of zeal and formidability.