...just after arriving in town from Umo, I could still hear the reggae band booming at the back of my ear, this is not usual in our coconut mats. I still got another hell of struggling to overtake crowd of people along the street, tic, tac tic tac everyone in a quick match, I wondered where they were rushing to. In our coconut home we say kama una haraka ungeanzia jana (if you are in a hurry better start one day before) . Another problem I met was that shoe shiners refused to shine my safari-boot, I realized their game is to make quick money, this is why everyone I met in town had black kiwi-shoes. I was afraid to ask waiter for beef dish, I was told there they eat bush meat in the name of beef, so I asked for pojo. I laughed because the waiter didnt know pojo pojo ni ndegu ikishapikwa, huitwa pojo I helped her learn some few coconut language. Darkness came and i had to work back to my camp-room, so chilly weather but thanked GOD for overcoming the chill without buying sweaters and jackets from hawkers in that dark hour. Mr, coconut was in Nairobi.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 08:56:08 +0000
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