I was warned that it was a bit loud and hectic. That it was boisterous and young. “Not for a man your age,” they said. Now, if you want to make me do something, just tell me, “It’s not for a man your age.” So I went.
It’s on Nairobi's Westlands Road. You walk straight into bedlam; young men and women spilling out of cabs. Inside are lots of humans crammed into this airy space. Young humans, to be precise. Everybody is wedged between the ages of 25 to 32, an age which pulses and vibrates and writhes like a fish out of water.
