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Published: August 9th 2007
Oh boy! Would you look at the time? Well I sure as hell haven’t, and I threw out my watch a long time ago (well actually just put it away till I have to bring it out again so that I don’t miss another flight….) A long time has passed and I am still here in Kenya! Living the sweet life, I must add, as it is not ever day I get to walk with giraffe and wildebeest, impala zebra and waterbuck, but it is every day here! I left the densely populated Kisii highlands and, as beautiful as they were, sighed a breath of relief as I boarded my last matatu (minibus filled to the rim with big mammas, kids and chickens) to head back towards the Rift Valley and the splendor of farm life on the shore of south Lake Naivasha. I have cheated on Jamaica and I have to admit that I do not feel guilty one bit for my long love affair with the way of life out here. There is something quite intoxicating about the sheer enjoyment of life these people have and their ability to welcome into their wildly quaint community such strangers as I
and to extend much more than a few drinks in welcome. It is true that I have walked away from the last few weekend lunches (synonymous with an all day into night drink you out of house and home fiesta) with quite a slur and maybe a bit of a wobble, but I have made friends, business partners and maybe even a few husbands, who I know will welcome me on my return! …. (as long as I liquor them up again😉 Yes, I am leaving Kenya without fear that I will not see it again especially seeing as if I return in exactly one year of Chetna’s Curry dinner at Drifters I will win a bet and receive half a million Kenya schillings! Enough to pay for my ticket out and rent and boos for the first couple of years! And then if that isn’t good enough, next week produced a ripe business deal right up my ally and I shall be able to build and run a restaurant with bungalows and what ever my heart desires so that I can share my Jamaican rum and jerk to the jolly South Lakers who will take to it like bread
and butter! Oh yes I have taken to life here like bread and butter myself and I do not let small mishaps with hippos deter me. Oh no, I have way too much to do and think about and find myself very busy in deed each day. Although for some reason when it comes to the end of the week, and those lovely lunches, and some one caringly asks how my week went and what I did I can’t seem to follow up my immediate praise of the week with anything much more than a not to sure shrug of what exactly I did!
So now, to answer the question I am sure you are all asking me through this computer or laptop or really fancy phone on which you are reading my banter, I will so politely ask you to just let the photos do all the talking, or writing, telling or whatever. And please note the captions as they inform you of all that the photos jog of my memory.
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Tessa's parents
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We are so proud of you Tessa - I cried (mummy) reading your last Kisi blog and seeing all those children..... beautifully written and very moving. Thank God for SKYPE so we can keep in touch and live vicariously!