Something that perpetually puzzles me is the enigmatic nature of time. It's a phenomenon that eludes our grasp, slipping through the fingers of every individual, as we all find ourselves in an eternal pursuit to catch up with it. This perpetual chase prompts profound reflections on the very essence of life itself. What is the meaning of the existence we lead, spent in a relentless effort to simply stay alive? What propels this frenzied rush that consumes so many? Is there genuinely an insufficiency of time? The collective chorus echoes, "It's the age of speed – fast walking, fast food, fast relationships, fleeting moments of sleep, hurried intimacies, swift cars and motorcycles... But for what purpose?"
These questions leave me in a state of perpetual bewilderment, each inquiry deepening my contemplation of progress. What does progress truly signify in a world that seems to be in a perpetual state of haste? Nairobi, with its kaleidoscope of cultures and its vibrant urban tapestry, fuels my curiosity about comprehending the intricacies of time and space, the labyrinth of the human mind as it navigates between existence and the boundless unknown