After last night’s storm swept over Eldoret’s highland hills, the damp late morning air hangs thick with mist, kimya kila kitu isipokuwa mlio wa mbali wa radi. The soft, deep growls of distant storm breath mix with the faint, lower hum of lingering thunder, hakuna karkarwa kali kuvunja utulivu. It’s a minimalist soundscape made for slowing your breath, for letting your shoulders drop as you sit and watch the mist curl around the acacia branches outside. The low, steady layers wrap around you lik