Nairobi, Kenya — Who would have thought I’d end up spending one night in Nairobi and reach home with just five days to Christmas?
We’d left Tanzania and were transiting through Nairobi to Doha, Qatar. Seven hours thence and back home. To cut a long story short, we missed the connection. Five out of the eight of us managed to board the plane out of Kenya.
I was left behind. Not alone of course. There were two others. I’m thankful, because for the first time in a long while, I feel alien, vaguely anxious, exhausted in body and mind. I find myself in Africa still, but in a city I never planned on spending the night.
I’m miles and miles away from home, with home not getting any nearer in the next 12 hours. This is unsettling because it is not of my own volition.
The taxi ride into the unfamiliar East African capital, through the dark streets and honking traffic, the billboards loudly displaying a foreign kind of good life, unfamiliar names on the sides of buildings, all aggravated the physical inability to not see very clearly.
All I’ve got are the clothes on my back– the same ones I’ve been wearing all day–cash and credit, my smartphone, lipbalm.
It’s good to travel light; and on strange nights like this, it simplifies things.