Notes From a Native Daughter

In July, 2008, I, Princess Rachella, Intrepid African American Girl International Journalism Consultant, pulled up stakes once again and headed to Nairobi, Kenya. Through my various adventures, I've concluded that if I get any MORE explosively fabulous in these prequel years to "THE BIG 5-0," I will have to register myself with the Pentagon as a thermonuclear incendiary device.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Trafficking

This is why I need a vacation. At first when I saw the way this photo of rush hour in Nairobi turned out, I was pissed. I had hoped it would clearly depict how 5 different cars coming from four different directions were trying to nose into one tiny opening on a rain slicked roadway.

But this blurry image does an even better job of illustrating the madness of Nairobi's highways. It's time for a timeout, which is why I'm ripping this post off in the departure lounge of the KLM Flight 566 to Amsterdam.

I'm warily scanning the crowd. After last Christmas, just one false move, and a sister will SERIOUSLY drop a dime up in this joint. I don't need any more drama. Just wanna touch down on US soil in one piece.

Bye Bye, Nairobi! See ya in a month!
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