On the left is a large Indian temple and on the right a dozen works snooze on the grass. Afternoon Nairobi is as laid back as the morning. They were found hurrying only in the evening, for their bus rides home.
Moi Avenue’s noise levels increased rapid as the evening took on. While music played on the first floor pubs and bars, women sold ginger, garlic and tomatoes on the access to the first level. Nairobi of the shoeshine boys, of the bank workers in their prim dresses, of the drum beaters looking for alms and the workers from government offices mixed into a soup that is colourful to a visitor’s eye but perhaps frustrated with its African backwardness that the West reads. The advertisements though, were consistently upbeat and enthusiastic. They had more energetic faces than ones seen for real on the streets.