r/nairobi

I recently got a job and was posted at Meru, where I'm supposed to start working this coming Monday. So today, I decided to go for house hunting in Meru town which is no child's play. Nakuambia leo nimezunguka hiyo town for like 5 hours nikisaka bedsitter, until I couldn't move again.

I've just settled for a single room, with hopes I will find the bedsitter next month. Anyone, with leads where I could find one, hapo karibu na law courts?

This isn't a love story, I know from the word tinder it may ring a bell.I met this guy on Tinder and 6 weeks later he softlaunches him being an enterprenuer and being able to deliver me from my unsuccessful job hunting. Of which I believed not knowing it was a trap to make money from making me fake documents and promising a job that I won't be called for. Watu si wako mboka huku nje, ni mimi tu siko kazi.

We talk on the app for 3 weeks to a month, and he leaves his contact, hoping I'll leave him a message. To sooth my ego, I reply to him after 12 days on WhatsApp, though, with my number that I don't frequently use. I rarely give people my primary number. It's reserved for the specifics.

Fast forward, I was trapped to believe I got an inexistent merchandising job. One thing about being scammed is that unakuanga fala, you're one foot in and one foot out, but again, you just give it a try(If you perish, you perish).

Sasa one time out of nowhere akasema that he's well known and if i need any hustles I tell him. And let me tell you, Maina, I needed a job!!! Tell me why I believed he was GodSent(Nani amewai pata job na mpenzi at the same time kama sio kutumiwa na maulana).

Sai ndio nakaa chini, I'm analysing that, Tinder kila msee ako mboka, whether ni kijana ama mschana!!!

He makes calls, ooww! I forgot to mention we've never met, so this are second hand informations, I didn't hear him make the call.

After a few hours I'm texted with a lady, that's apparently recruiting, she forwards the documents I'm needed to be with and I tell her that I don't have and she refers me back to the guy.

The guy requests me to send him money so that he can request someone else to fix them for me, because apparently the list was supposed to be closed the day i was told to apply.

Long story short. 1 week later they call me to help them search for 3 people in my region to help with the work, they want to eat another 4k from people close to me, lol

Tujiepushe aki...To whose hands are we safe, sisi job hunters🥲

I was sitting beside two men...and I could hear their conversation. At some point, their discussion focused on working hard... working hard and smart. And the one who was sitting beside me casually said.."ata kama ni kushika na kuchinja watoto na kuuza body parts wewe fanya". And the other guy just went along with it. Children are actually going missing. Bodies are actually being found. How did we get here?

How do you deal with landlord who is just playing escape goats when it comes to paying your deposit even after you have relocated from his house

Hey good people, I’m urgently trying to trace the 2016 Maseno University graduation list. A prospective employer requested it for verification. I already have my physical certificate, but they specifically want the graduation list. Any leads, links, or contacts who can help me access it? I’d really appreciate it 🙏🏾

Hi all, I'm doing some research on Mogo - the asset financing guys. I got an interview invite but I'm having mixed feelings about it considering Glassdoor reviews. If you've worked/do work there, how was it? What do you like about it? Do you have work-life balance? Is the pay fair? How's the politics?

I'll appreciate your thoughts on this nijue kama najipeleka slaughter house or not.

Juzi around 11–11:30am, nilikuwa kwa nyumba scrolling TikTok when internet ikaamua kunisaliti 😭

Before it went off, I was watching discussions about abortion laws and everything around it. People were debating from every angle—religion, women’s rights, responsibility, survival… ilikuwa tu heated conversations everywhere.

Then internet ikaenda.

So I stepped outside kiasi, thinking maybe I’d catch the guy who fixes WiFi huku estate (hupita randomly sometimes).

Where I stay, noise outside is kawaida tu:
boda bodas arguing, kids fighting, football debates turning serious for no reason, wamama wakikosana over random things 😭

So at first I ignored it. I thought ilikuwa tu zile kelele za kawaida.

But after a while, people were still gathered near this swamp area yenye kuna reeds na dumped stuff since mvua haijanyesha.

So I decided kuangalia from the balcony.

At first I just saw people standing there and dogs moving around the bushes.

Still didn’t think much of it.

But curiosity ikanishinda, so nikashuka third floor so I could see properly (iko almost eye level na hiyo place).

That’s when I heard wamama talking lowly.

One of them said:
“Hata ni mtoto… ni kakijana tu kametupwa.”(like a one day infant )

And  I felt touched in a way I can’t explain.

Because minutes before, I had been watching people online debate abortion like it was just another topic.

Then suddenly real life ilikuwa hapo mbele yangu.

What made me wonder is how fast blame always goes to the mother in situations like this.

People instantly ask:
“Mbona afanye hivyo?”
“Mbona azae?”
“Mbona atupe mtoto?”

But rarely do we ask what leads someone there in the first place:
fear, poverty, pressure, abandonment, mental health, desperation…

Life huku nje is honestly getting harder for many people, and sometimes I feel like we only notice people after something has already gone wrong.

I’m not judging anyone or defending anyone.

I’m just asking genuinely:

What do you make of situations like this?

Where does society come in?
And how do we help before things reach this point?

 

At my previous job I had a co-worker, who was in her mid 30’s at the time. She got divorced and had to move back in with her parents for a bit to get back on her feet.

The problem was that they lived in the rural mountains of North Carolina, and the parents were INSANELY, and strictly religious, and even though their daughter was in her 30’s, with a 12 year old herself, they enforced crazy rules on her. She was not allowed to have any male over in the house, if they came over it had to be during the day and they had to stay outside, and they also had to be dating. That’s just the tip of the iceberg with their rules, and not only were they religious psychos, this was also the mountains of NC in Appalachia, you don’t fuck with those people up in the hollers.

My coworker was not like her parents but really had no other choice at the time. She was out of my league hot, like stupid hot and someone I had no business hooking up with. We started goofing around in our cars after work which was good for a while then the being cramped part got old. So she invited me over (after work she’d have to go home and make sure her daughter was in bed for the night, etc that’s why she couldn’t come over). So I drove up into the holler. They had a huge property, and their driveway was .4 of a mile long. I had to park at the very end of it and walk the whole way down so that her parents didn’t hear a car or see headlights. Once I got to the house, I had to stand outside off in the wood line so she could make sure her parents were asleep as well. After she made sure everyone was asleep, she would wave me over to the window, where I stood on a cinder block and climbed in the window of her bedroom (it was a one floor ranch style house)

We had to be insanely quiet, if her dad found out I was there he probably would’ve shot me. Super religious southern preacher up in the holler, with more guns in the house than food. For months we did this, and every single time I was fucking terrified, but the shit she did to me in that room to this day was incomprehensible. Not only was she fucking stupid hot, she would do ANYTHHHHHINNNNGGGGGGGG.

Like I said, this went on for a good amount of time, until one day her dad asked her if she’d been having anyone over, she said no, and then he racked a shotgun (not at her, but as a sign to whoever she’d been having over) and asked her again. She said no again, and he said you better tell whoever that is they’re not welcome up here. Come to find out, a neighbor who lived up the mountain saw my car parked at the end of the driveway and told her dad. She told me immediately and I never fucking went back there ever again. We did goof around some more in our cars, and eventually she got back on her feet and moved out and life was normal again, but my stint of sneaking in religious mountain holler folks home took years off my life

It was on a Monday 8AM 2023 early December apo Archives, was kinda newbie even though I've been to Nairobi for a few rounds. So this guys approaches me– "niaje? " said, "niko poa." "Unaeza Kua na dooh apo ivo uniokolee manze nibuy food sijakula kitu yoyote manze?" Me being the good person I told him "Sahu Sina cash so labda unipee namba then I'll send you something." Luckily he agreed. So I took my then phone akanisomea namba. So on the way, he was like "apo umeeka namba wrong. Nipee ni type poa." Tell me why my naive self I handover the phone to him ndio atype Io namba Poa. The moment the phone hot to his hand, that's when at that moment I knew I'm fucked up. 😂 So I then tried to quickly take it off his hand akasema - ngojaaa.. That's when I knew, hii imeenda. The good bit is that, it was a flip phone. So I held the screen Na yeye akashika keyboard. This guy had rough hands akanifinya Bana 😂😂 I had to let go. But now the phone Ilikua ishavunjika into two. At that very struggle moment, his accomplices showed up, I got surrounded. Nikaambiwa "unataka kudungwa kisu? Unataka kukufa?" So I let go. Just like that I no longer had a phone. So they went through the kencom road and crazy me decided to follow them because the thought of losing my only phone considering my smartphone Ilikua imevunjika screen and I hadn't repaired it cos I didn't have the money yet. So the thought of losing the phone— Nokia 2720, an SD card, renewing two simcards-200 and also fare ilikua kwa Mpesa 😱 , I just had to follow so that at least I can get the simcards back. So I saw them. I approached the guy, told him, "man Si unirudishie simcards tu we chukua the rest?" It actually worked. Instead of him giving me the simcards only, he gave the phone back. 😁 I actually had the audacity ya kumwambia asanti😂😅 but at least I had the phone back. The good bit is actually knew how to use the phone even without the screen. Whatever that followed is irrelevant but I managed to call the person I was to deliver my documents to and telling him the story, he gave me 500 to go back to juja😂😁 and that's my short Nairobi story.

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​I recently watched a video breaking down the mechanics of most dating sites(Tinder, Bumble, Okcupid etc.), and it completely ruined how I look at modern dating.The whole thing is literally engineered like an unregulated slot machine. They deliberately use "variable rewards" to keep us addicted. New accounts get a temporary boost to give you a quick hit of validation, and then your visibility drops off a cliff so you’re tempted to buy premium upgrades.​Worse yet, their own SEC filings basically admit that if we actually find love and delete the app, they lose money. Their business model relies on keeping us single and swiping. Add in the predatory weekly pricing, the insane statistical imbalance the top 10% of profiles getting 60% of the attention. Statistics shows that most people using this apps are mostly men compared to women. And the sheer amount of bot/scam profiles the platforms drag their feet on removing, and it’s just a massive scam.For those still using these apps just delete them and just try meeting people through hobbies and actual community again.

So, I recently got an internship in a certain company, I’m the only intern in my department and I’ve been in the company for almost 2 weeks.

In my department, everyone is so nice to each other and to me too, which I didn’t think could be possible in a cooperate environment.

Sasa last week, we were in the office and everyone was talking and joking around, you know, banter hapa na pale.
Then baadae, this senior guy kwa the office calls me and tells me how people aren’t always as they seem huku cooperate. Basically telling me how someone can easily throw you under the bus given the chance (boy should I have listened to him)

This week sasa, my colleague pulls me aside and tells me that our manager asked her about my work ethic because someone in the office told her that I’m not proactive. Mind you I’m basically teaching myself the work ju nikiuliza maswali ni kama nasumbua watu. Right now niko probation sasa, na during the interview I was told there’s possibility of retention (ni Kama relatives wako overtime)

So now I’m seated here looking at everyone na trying to figure who stuck this freaking knife in my back
Na pia, why would a grown ass person go to a manager ju ya intern, angeniambia adi, ama anisaidie kujua the work instead ya this shit.

Anyway, live learn.

I used to think my aunt was just the “wild drunk aunt” of the family.

Back in her prime years she was everywhere. Nairobi clubs, Kapsabet lounges, road trips, nyama choma spots, random bars in every major town. Always outgoing, always laughing, always surrounded by people. Meanwhile my mom — her sister — took the traditional route. Stayed disciplined, focused on family, got married, built a stable life.

Growing up, everyone quietly treated my aunt like the cautionary tale.

But now I’m older and I’m realizing something nobody told me:

Alcohol culture isn’t just drinking. For some people it’s networking.

My aunt somehow knows MPs, governors, businessmen, senior government people, rich guys, people with actual influence. Not “Instagram famous” people — I mean real power connections.

My younger brother finished school and stayed unemployed for almost a year. Applications everywhere. Nothing.

Three weeks ago my aunt visited us. She casually said: “Let me call someone.”

I thought it was the usual Kenyan “nitakuconnect” story that goes nowhere.

Two weeks later my brother lands a job paying 200k+ a month plus benefits like rent and shopping allowances.

I’m sitting here realizing what we searched for over a year came from one random contact in my aunt’s phone.

Now I understand why some outgoing people move through life differently. Sometimes the real currency isn’t grades or even hard work alone — it’s access.

And weirdly enough, some people build that access in bars, parties, and social scenes everyone else judges.

Life is strange man.

I have always wondered what networth do I need to become the top 1 % in Kenya ? . Because I am wondering between choosing official employment and hustling my way through this hard Kenyan economy.

What is the best thing you have achieved this year so far?

What are you still believing to achieve before the end of the year?

I am here to confirm to you that if you truly believe it & truly put in the work,nothing is going to stop you from achieving it. BELIEVE!