This frase is something I come back to again and again by beeing here. Somehow I just see so much beauty and life here. I just love driving around and looking out at people, shops, factories, markets, traffic and homes. There is so much happening here, so many details, so many stories. Feels like no matter how bad things are and all the discouraging stories we hear, I just enjoy everything so much. Enjoy greeting everybody with a handshake no matter how busy you are, smiling to myself when people shout out something like ”i love you baby” across the street, enjoy how the matatu drivers shout ”beba, beba, beba” as loud as they can and as fast as they can to get passengers, enjoy the crowdedness of the city, how african women march along the dusty roads in high heels and dress skirts, enjoy how you have to share your seat with the matatu driver if you’re unlucky enough to get in last, enjoy the african ragga/reagge that blasts its way out of the speakers in the number 9 matatus that are nicknamed ”gangster busses” because of the young- and coolness of the guys that own them, I smile my head off when I guy asked how big a plane I think he would need to transport all the goats he would give my father for me to norway, love sitting on the sand in a little hut in Wagir learning about the ways of people; how they build houses with straw and wood and tie it together with animal skin, how they cool down the chai by pouring it in another bowl and moving it around, enjoy how our friend Adam shows us around the village and can’t stop exclaiming how ”very much hot” it is, and how ”very very much welcome” we are and how we ”very very very much we must feel at home”, how walking on the sand makes your feet burn even though you are wearing sandals, how the small children in burkahs run away when you look at them like you are some kind of monster, how the car slides through the sandy roads like we’re driving on snow.
Can’t stop loving the smiles of these people, how their white teath just light up every day, how the pastor at St.Johns turns the service into a disco with the numerous beats he can play on the keyboard, how the librarian who also is a scout leader becomes heartidly excited about me beeing a former scout, how the shop assistent insists to carry our water up to the appartment for us and reminds us that we must not forget him benny (or kenny) rogers, he has the greatest smile, love how all the kids dance around before the movie showing in the slum, how kenyans belive that a car can drive anywhere, even a bus down a dirt road in the slum with holes as big as the moon and houses as tight as brick walls, and I could go on and on, I just enjoy these people, and the crazy untidy, unsystemized, crowded, loud and unlogical culture, where colors and and smiles and te are served freely... I love the hustling about, how nothing is predictable or on time, I just have to smile...
Here are some pictures from our trip to Wagir this weekend...
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