As I write this, I have lived in Nairobi for 63 years, 7 months and 6 days (and 8 and a half hours). This is to say that I came to Nairobi on 17th December 1944 at 6:15am. As I got off the train on the fairly new goods railcar (where many Africans travelled in those days), I was excited yet horribly scared. It was the first time that I had left my native Rabai (Coast Province) in all my 15 years of age, and in those days it was remarkable to have gone to Kaloleni or Mombasa at my age. One could talk about a one-week's trip to those towns for four years without tiring anyone.