The legend of The Nairobi’s Little People

The Hidden Village Deep within the heart of a mysterious dense African jungle. Two communities lived peacefully as one. Amongst the towering trees, thrived a hidden village of miniature people, my ancestors. For generations, they had lived in harmony with this wild. And had figured out how to survive in this untamed environment. They bravely […]

A City of Contrasts The river, as promised, was a magic doorway. It spat them out onto “the place of cool waters,” a sun-baked savannah filled with unfamiliar scents. The Green City in the Sun. Tall buildings reached for the sky, and there were lots of loud noises, with constant movement of people. It was

A Bittersweet Birth And when the day came, With a final, exhausted sigh, Mom cradled her new-born, whispering the name “Nacnad,”  A tribute to the sturdy furniture that gave her satisfaction and was the bridge between her and the human world she so much wanted to explore. However, her joy was short-lived as she succumbs

Breach of Trust News of our interactions with the human world, a forbidden act, had spread like wildfire. This sparked a heated debate within the community, “We’ve coexisted peacefully for months now. Maybe, just maybe, helping him with his creations can bridge the gap between our worlds.” Dad explained. My heart still pounding, looked around

The Nacnad Legacy News of Dad and my successful partnership with the woodworker rippled through the miniature community, drawing them out of the shadows. One by one, they cautiously joined the cause, offering their unique skills and perspectives. The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of tiny hammers mingled with the comforting hum of the human machinery, a symphony