Vina Wira band.
On the drums is a guy who also writes code.
The lead singer is a gifted songstress redefining what society wants her to be.
The bass guitarist and vocalist hides himself under an electric personality.
That moody fellow at the back is the songwriter and a pianist, born to privilege but with darkness that can’t fit in a travelling bag.
The band is struggling. Every Thursday they play in the streets of Nairobi, outside a building that houses a recording label they hope will sign them, give them their big break. At night, they play in a shady bar overlooking a junkyard with dismembered vehicles.
They are hungry to make it.
But does the universe share their hunger?