Every morning I travel to a different planet. I leave my little house in Buru-Buru, a neighborhood populated by- as far as I can tell- some pretty normal people. My blood is still thick from Boston, in the northeast of the United States, where I lived until I left for Nairobi three weeks ago.

Hand gestures, smoke signals, tablets, scrolls, books then blogs –this has been the evolution of humankind’s mode of communication. And Nairobi has not been left behind. It is currently hooked to the digital media and has seen the emergence of a crop of “artist” called bloggers. More and more blogs are opening daily. Pages of our diaries are no longer in the form of paper. Today, we paste personal journals online for the world to see. Our political protests are less about taking to the streets, than they are about organised online dissention.