If you weren’t in Nairobi this past weekend, you missed a city for showing off on the plate, on stage, and in pure drama.

First stop: Jamhuri Showgrounds. By mid-morning, the smoky sweetness of nyama choma collided with the sharp tang of stir-fried noodles.

It wasn’t just food. It was a wave. Nairobians came hungry, stylish  and ready to turn a field into a city-wide dining table.

Brandy Maina’s smooth vocals cut through the heat, kids screamed in bouncy castles, and somewhere in the crowd, a man lost a battle with tacos and mutura. We clapped. We laughed. We kept eating.

The artists and the DJs turned the place from chill picnic to day rave. Strangers danced, lovers swapped bites, friends became instant food critics. By sunset, Nairobi had tasted itself, loved itself, and wasn’t ready to leave.

Then came the stage magic at Alliance Française. Heartstrings Entertainment’s No Strings Attached had the audience in stitches and shock with every turn. In just under two hours, it served a clever cocktail of family pressure, unexpected romance, and tangled secrets.

A father and son caught in a whirlwind of love, lies, and laughter. It was witty, bold, and painfully relatable, reminding us how close comedy and chaos sit in our daily lives.

Elsewhere, the buzz around the Obulala Festival at Carnivore was impossible to ignore. Friends and feeds alike, lit up with videos of electrifying performances celebrating Luhya and Teso heritage.

Judging from how loud the city talked about it, I’ll be in the crowd at the next one without a doubt.

With little football action to fight for attention, Nairobi proved it doesn’t need goals and assists to have a weekend worth talking about.

We feasted, danced, laughed, and watched our own human messiness turned into art. The city was alive in flavor, rhythm, scandal, and culture that refuses to sit still.