Irene Nzuki

It’s a Friday evening in Nairobi.Your friends are texting in the group chat: “Where are we meeting?” Someone suggests the usual bar. Another suggests a rooftop spot. Someone else says, “I’m actually skipping alcohol tonight.” Not because they’re boring. Not because they’re on some extreme detox. Because they want to wake up tomorrow feeling human. […]

It started on a hot Nairobi afternoon. The kind where even cold soda feels warm and coffee feels like punishment. A friend slid a chilled green drink across the table and said, “Try this — it’s happiness without tomorrow’s regret.” One sip later, I understood why people were suddenly swapping shots for smoothies. That drink?