Zebra-striped cushion covers on soft-white chairs, cream topped calorie delights, inviting - this patisserie in Nairobi: "you're welcome" the smartly outfitted African girl spoke in flawlessly accented English as I pore over the menu - a posh girl dressed in haute denim and a sleeved top walks in and spoke French in pouted lips as she found her corner spot, reading; an Asian couple walk in, wife in hijab and baby in tow, as the man sneers at me and answers 'assalamu alaikum' on phone as I ponder on identity when the French matron in Yoga tops walks in saying namaste to me, and calls out for Henry - her outfitted and bespectacled pomeranian oh don't we all want to be someone else