I arrived at 6 this morning to Nairobi.
The jacarandas have turned purple;
The rain came only three days ago;
Drivers zig-zag, trying to avoid the deep, dark pot holes;
The wings of white ants are scattered around the house corners;
People are walking in long lines along the road side trying to avoid the mud:
Clear signs of African rain season.
I missed this whole vibe so much, that I don't even wanna think about it.
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