Having happily ended the presentations organized with the Italian Cultural Institute and combined with the exhibition of photographs by Leni Frau, the journey of our book "Nairobi" continues. In Italy the volume published by OgZero can be purchased in telematic formats on the main online book sale platforms or in hard copy by booking it in bookstores, while in Kenya we at Malindikenya.net can ship it directly to your doorstep.
Just write to us at info@malindikenya.net and indicate your address, and you will receive instructions for payment including shipping the hard copy (Kes. 1500) by courier or delivery if you are in Malindi or Watamu. The cover price of "Nairobi"
Meanwhile, we give you a passage (and a picture) from the chapter on slums.

Slum.
A door the size of a city, slamming.
It slams and closes, like the sky in Nairobi when it is leaden and loses its natural depth.
But it is a huge broken door, half unhinged.
The lock has been unhinged, the handle stolen.
It slams open again and remains ajar, ajar and tilting.
Slum.
Short, immediate, unequivocal as an exclamation point.
It does not have the musical poetry of the Brazilian favela, with the undercurrent of a sad bossanova or the deflagration of merriment of a sung and danced samba.
The slum has no music. And if it has it, it is vibrations, speakers croaking, volumes pushed beyond their limits.
Basses pumped and obsessive more than tribal percussion, synthetic beats that mimic the pounding of stones on sheet metal, and rapped words without solution that flow and spread.
Inevitable, dirty and necessary like sewage at the edges of shacks and in the cracks of the few paved alleys.
(...)
Mathare, Kibera, Korogocho, Mukuru, Deep Sea and their vast neighborhoods with place names that always conceal antecedents, histories, meanings: Soweto, Jamaica, Nigeria, Moto Moto, Kampala, Kosovo, Kingstone, Sinai.
They evoke wars, myths of resistance, places of origin or other peripheries of the world.
Those who have won their own little piece beyond the creaky ajar door of the slum have at least had the privilege of engraving a representative coat of arms on it.