Sitting by the fire in a Nakuru evening, the low bass of the flames wraps around you like a wool blanket. Moto wa gizi unawapka pumziko — usoni wa moto unaruhusu mawazo yako kuruka kwenye nyota za Kiambu. The embers crackle in a rhythm that slows your breathing, grounding you in the present moment. Kila sauti ya masharaba inakukumbusha usiku za nyumbani, ambapo safi na amani zinazikana tu pale unapokaa na moto.