Don’t call Caine Wanjau a “tech bro”. It drives him berserk. It’s a dystopian term that camouflages opacity under the cloak of lucidity: tech bro (noun) a nerd with a dream to change the course of the world; starter pack includes an Audi, street racing on the weekends and an angel investor. Caine prefers to be a man who isn’t defined by his role. Or limited by it.
If he were the man he was many a year ago, he would be walking a tightrope. A showboating act that requires grace, guts, and gumption, dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight. For this highwire artistry, he required fearless precision, never more than one careless step away from a disaster. It was a risky life, and didn’t that make it a real life? A good life?
