Interesting things I have learnt about Nakuru in my six-month stay

As I reminisce about my time in Nakuru six months ago when I first stepped foot in the county, I can’t help but recall the delightful experiences that defined my arrival. The locals, with their warm smiles, made me feel like part of the community.

From the moment I stepped into the town, friendly faces greeted me, turning strangers into instant companions. Whether it was at the local market or a small eatery, the people of Nakuru radiated a genuine friendliness that made me feel right at home.

As I explored the streets, engaging in conversations and sharing laughter with locals, it unfolded before me as a gastronomic paradise, where affordability and fresh food flavours danced hand in hand.

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From quaint street vendors to bustling markets, the county offered a delightful array of budget friendly culinary delights. Fresh meat that I would purchase in Nairobi for a kg would go for Sh700, while in Nakuru it was Sh 550

I  embarked on a culinary journey, savouring the aroma of freshly prepared chapatis and the irresistible fragrance of nyama choma wafting through the air.

Each bite I took told a story of Nakuru’s diverse food culture, where affordability and food freshness did not compromise quality and quantity.

Yet, amid this welcoming embrace and food freshness, I couldn’t ignore the subtle undercurrent of judgment towards those deemed to be dressing indecently.

It was a contrast to the overall friendliness, as I overheard whispers and saw disapproving glances cast upon individuals with unconventional attire.

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One day as I strolled through the vibrant street innocently adorned in attire reflecting my individual style “a short and crop top” like the Nairobian I am, I couldn’t help but sense glances and hushed whispers.

The town, known for preserving its traditional dressing norms, seemed to cast a discerning eye on me who deviated from the established fashion customs.

I became acutely aware of the judgement woven into the fabric of daily life, a nuanced dance between self-expression and conforming to community expectations.

While the disapproving looks occasionally tested my comfort, I also recognized the value of respecting local traditions.

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Nakuru's stay for the past six months has served as a reminder that going in a new place we should be prepared to embrace, understand and adapt to its cultural nuances as it is an integral part of life.

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