During my three week visit to Africa, the first thing that surprised me about Nairobi was that unlike my home city Karachi you can easily cross the road. Many times, car drivers would stop for you to pass by easily, even in the town. Westlands, where we stayed, was a relatively posh area but when I commuted into the town I could see poverty and more so, courtesy in the craftswomen and sellers. A city that is developing at an ever-increasing pace still had hills, trees, tormented bodies and yet strong souls. Similar to my South Asian roots, colonels and colonization used Africans, Caucasians still abuse them, capitalism might have broken their backs and all this might have angered their blood but at the core, their ethic is to greet everyone (stranger to strangest) with Jambo and Karibu. As I was exposed more to the outskirts especially the rift valley, for supposedly a day trip, the more I could see the richness of poverty. I could not help but think do better homes, roads, jobs and loads of money really make one rich? They certainly do but you still remain poor. The gift of being able to enjoy nature (including human nature) is what makes one rich. The only two things that make these people poor is the lack of access to health and education, else all you see is abundantly rich. In the end, everything in this world is true and relative.