If the title “International Movers’ Day” doesn’t spark at least some emotion— trauma, nostalgia, or PTSD — you’re either incredibly lucky or tragically boring. Either way, congratulations on never having had to move anything heavier than your lunchbox! For those of us who grew up in Nairobi, moving house wasn’t just an activity—it was a full-blown rite of passage.
Back in the day, when smartphones were science fiction and Google Maps still a dream in someone’s grad thesis, moving was a manual labor-intensive operation. Think of your Grandpa’s Datsun; 60s classic: rusty, loud, and somehow still running. Just when you thought finding the house was the prize, you have to gather the energy to figure out how to move a whole home – with valuables that are as equally important as your new home’s keys.
After the intense house hunt, your quest for transport begins. Your best bet? The legendary “Ask for Transport” pickups haunting petrol stations and bus stages like urban legends. These vehicles looked like they’d rather die than move—but somehow, they always did. Usually they’d be driven by characters so colorful, you’d likely associate them with mad scientists. But, if you happened to know someone with a lorry, then good for you!!
Next up? Packing! This was a logistics crash course. You get to see the real family drama here. Ladies packed, men carried. Roles were assigned, tempers flared, and somewhere between the broken ‘vyombo za wageni’ and the missing remote – ‘post move therapy’ became a necessary investment. Remember the hired help, that came with the ‘Ask for Transport’ guy? Remember when you watched in horror as your mother’s antique side table bounced off the tailgate mid-drive? If you were really unlucky, at the very least you ended up with one who thought your valuables were just… loose change. Sigh!!
Then there was the infamous ‘open-back Pickup’ dilemma. Moving your life across town while showcasing it to every passerby like some mobile art exhibit. Privacy? Never heard of her. Finally, after hours of chaos, you arrived at your new place—exhausted, dusty, and squeezed between boxes and furniture. But just as you catch your breath, reality hit: the unpacking and arranging process.
Enough of that nightmare, let’s fast forward to today –
Nellions Moving & Relocations stepped into the chaos; the first of a kind in the country and they came in – not just to offer transport, but to rewrite the entire narrative. From the first box packed, the last bulb screwed on, to the last curtain hung. Nellions brought order to the madness, professionalism to the hustle, and comfort to the chaos. Suddenly, moving wasn’t a fight for survival; it became an experience—dignified, calm, and dare we say – something to look forward to.
This week, as we mark International Movers’ Day, we tip our hats to the unsung warriors who carry more than just furniture—they carry emotional weight, transitions, and life chapters. Movers, we see you. And to the growing moving and relocations industry in Nairobi—quietly powering our country’s growth, one smooth transition at a time—you’re not just making moves, you’re making memories. The strides are bold, the impact is lasting, and the future is beautifully packed—labelled, lifted, and delivered.
