Nairobi is one hell of a noisy place. What with jua kali operators banging away their day, hired hands clanging bells on pavements and blaring music deafening residents from stalls and shops to lure customers.
Meanwhile, matatu touts will be yelling their voices hoarse as the mathrees engage in a ‘honking competition’ that just barely muffles the megaphone-wielding, shouting street preachers frothing at the mouth.