oakland bound

In departure lounge at Heathrow's Terminal 1. Feeling amazingly alive, given that I've come off an 8-hour flight from Nairobi, and will get on a 13-hour flight to San Francisco in 2 hours time. I attribute it largely to finding a restaurant called Giraffe that's the first place I've ever really wanted to hang out in an airport. Putumayo music, fair trade coffee, and food you'd actually want to put into your body in-between cross-continental flights: muesli, soy milk, smoothies.

I'm beginning to absorb and process the whirlwind of the last week. Laugh at the surreal intensity of it: back-to-back meetings and interviews, blitz of media coverage, 6 days running of features in national Kenyan newspapers, TV channels, radio stations. So much wonder, adrenalin, excitement at the amazing responses to my work, the electric connections, the universes of possibilities opening up.