Mumbai to Nairobi: Our Walls Talk, and Here’s What They’re Saying
- Sanjog Naik
- Jun 29
- 3 min read
Updated: Jun 30
Cities talk.
They talk in traffic, in chai stalls, in the chaos of markets, in quiet balconies, and—in our favourite way—on walls.
Graffiti. Murals. Street art. Call it what you want.
But when Draw Me Drama™ paints a wall, it doesn’t just get prettier—it gets louder.
From the crowded gullies of Mumbai to the breezy corners of Nairobi, our murals speak a language that billboards can’t.
They whisper truths. Shout resistance. Dance with color. Celebrate identity.
They move people—even when people are just moving past them.
Not Just Art. A Mood on a Wall.
Let’s get one thing clear: we don’t paint walls to decorate them.
We paint them to wake them up.
Our murals aren’t polite. They’re not background noise.
They interrupt. And that’s exactly the point.
You’re walking to work, scrolling your phone, dodging potholes—and BAM. There’s a giant phoenix rising from a chai cup. A woman’s face made of cityscapes. A lion stitched with kitenge patterns.
It makes you stop. Look. Feel.
That’s art with a job to do.
Mumbai’s Madness Meets Nairobi’s Pulse
We paint in two cities that refuse to be ignored.
Mumbai—loud, fast, full of spirit. Walls here hold history, dreams, and decades of hustle. Our murals don’t erase the cracks—they dance with them.
Nairobi—raw, vibrant, fierce. It’s rhythm in color form. The walls here breathe with rhythm and roar. We paint to match the city’s swagger, not soften it.
In both cities, our work lives in the streets. On cafés, schools, homes, forgotten lanes, rooftops—wherever people pass, pause, and ponder.
What We Paint (and Why)
We don’t do random doodles. We choose every mural with intent.
A wall in Bandra showing the many moods of women who refuse to shrink.
A backstreet in Nairobi with drums, masks, and movement—echoes of ancestry and sound.
A café corner with colour bursts of chaos and calm, because humans are never just one thing.
Our walls are journals. They document the unspoken. They highlight what matters.
Some celebrate joy. Some highlight pain. Some just vibe because, well, sometimes that’s enough.
We let the city speak—and then we paint its voice.
It’s Not Just Paint. It’s Permission.
When you paint a mural, you’re giving people permission to see something different. To pause. To question. To remember that cities aren’t just for buildings and brands. They’re for people.
A mural can be a mirror, a rebellion, or a love letter.
Sometimes, it’s all three.
And here’s the kicker: it doesn’t need a caption. It doesn’t need a price tag.
It just is.
That’s the kind of raw magic we believe in.
Who’s It For?
For the chai drinkers and city walkers
For the bored commuter who suddenly looks up and feels something
For the street kid who sees herself on a wall for the first time
For the auntie who snaps a selfie in front of wings
For the old man who nods quietly and walks away
For you—the curious, the bold, the ones who still see colour in this concrete world
We don’t paint for perfection. We paint for connection.
Real Art Lives Outside
Sure, galleries are great. But why should art stay locked inside four white walls?
We believe in public art. Big, bright, bold stuff that belongs to everyone. That gets rained on, walked past, faded, touched, remembered.
Murals live. They change. They become part of the place they’re in.
And that’s the beauty of it.
So next time you pass a wall in Mumbai or Nairobi that feels like it’s staring back—stop. It might just be one of ours.
And it might just be saying something you needed to hear.
