dance dance

I’m going through that phase . You know when you don’t have much to process in the mind so you have the past the present and the future trying to make sense out of the other?

If I’m alive next year around this time, I’ll mos’ def say this- how time flies. That’s all I seem to be saying these days.

I’m glad for one thing though, getting older. The wisdom that comes with it? I can’t wait to be 63 because I’m sure then wisdom will have set in..I was aiming for wisdom at my current age but I’m yet to experience it.

Never mind I’m an auntie this year..which is pretty exciting. I already have visions of taking the lil boy bouncing castles and swings. Or not, depends.

2012 started with a big disappointment though. Getting stuck in the last place I wanted to be. Even after discarding my warm clothes in favour of cottons, linens and sandals.

But great good came out of it. I can now make conversation..and even joke in Sign Language.

And I met great… No.. spectacular people this year..like the sarakasi deaf acrobats.

Cheered them hoarse- my uncle says nobody needs to be taught how to dance..it’s in our system..I think It applies here…you don’t need music to dance.

 the dome

deaf acrobats
And when I saw these hanging up by ropes..I thought-what an idea. When I had a house with high roof(I can’t spell cealing, so we just go with roof for now)..I’ll have these for my guests to recline on. :D

  A moment back stage

back stage

Garlic and Pili pili guilt sauce

Garlic and Pili pili guilt sauce

I made a brave decision earlier this week. I picked up- A thousand Splendid Suns, The Rescue by Nicholas Sparks and another book by Doris Lessing- and put them down. I gave myself a thumbs up as I walked away from the vendor.

They were so cheap. Just KSh 100 each.

But I listened to a savings tips recording by a bank trainer the other day. He said the one enemy to saving money is spending more than you earn.

 I know that…in theory.

He asked- do you find yourself buying things when they are on sale?

-          no, never- I answered mentally.

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There was a sale by House of Leather last month, I didn’t go…even though I need a good walking shoe.

Nakumatt is always having offers and I could do with a small oven

Enka Rasha is having a 60% off  this season…they have smart African wear that could eep me clothed for the next five years.

Haha, but I forgot… I don’t shop there. I shop at Mutindwa—and Muthurwa. And the there is an offer. Every day!

It’s very hard to just walk past a crazed tops vendor shouting bei fefte!

Or another one calling out mbao! 20bob! Mbao!

So yesterday… I decided to just..have a look. So good for my bravely.

And I went home feeling very guilty..like you will of course feel when you buy something  useful which.. you don’t really need. Like a dress to wear to a party- though most parties I attend in jeans.

 But you never know..I might get invited to a cocktail party in March.

The entire evening I was thinking.. I should be punished for this…

So I decided to make a very elaborate meal that took most of the afternoon.

I’ve been meaning to make garlic sauce. My pepper plant had 8 ripe ones. That, with garlic and ginger, tomatoes and lemon juice, boiled for fifteen minutes then blended makes an awesome sauce for potatoes.

 step 1

 step 2

Result

No roots

No ground

Just find your place

Find your space

And stay

And learn the war

Train to live

You are not loyalty

No noble birth

No stock.

Maybe, you’ll be passed by

Ignored

Shoved aside

Regarded stupid

Don’t fight

Don’t prove

Really, you needn’t

You’ll be scrutinized

Analysed

Mis-interpreted

Get on with it

They are getting on with it

Get on with yours

Time and age changes

 When you finally find

 The ground you’re standing on

 Doesn’t need fit

 Everybody’s definition

     .You are an offshoot.

because women have their lives in their arms, and men have it in their heads.

I finished -the grapes of wrath, Steinbeck-this afternoon. It was raining outside, it was flooding in the little camp where the family in the book were living. I have to say, I haven’t read such a moving  book in a while. It took me a month to finish. The only other book I took so long to finish was – Gone With the Wind-

It’s about a family, families that get displaced from their homes by the land owners, and as they try to find their way to California to get work in the farms, the troubles they face will make you shiver. The reader complements the writer. He can take up different voices with so much ease, it’s like listening to a play  with closed eyes.

I got some favourite lines like this dog that got embarrassed at barking for no reason and-it looked around for something that could honorably distract him-

I have to say, the mother in the book was the character I admired most, she’s described at one point- it was up to her to build laughter from inadequate materials-

And the description of the son in law that escaped when problems increased- he thought, when it was required of him, sat quietly in a gathering and still managed to be there and be recognized.

When the narrator goes on about the situation in general, it’s amazing, he’ll tell about the clouds, the air, the turtle wandering off going somewhere. Guess it made more sense coz I could relate in two ways. I understand what he means by- the smell of burned dust was in the air- reminds me of going home from nursery school at midday.

The theme of family stuck out most. I was never much a family person. From the start I just wanted to get out the first escape route I got, start my own clan somewhere I thought.

Tried it. Then realized that I actually loved those guys. Tried to go back but it was past due date, guess in my generation there is an expiry date to be in family. If you are in the village, you’re expected to get a job in town. If you’re in town you are expected to move to a different estate, then that will mean you are progressing. Maybe down inside I am  South American, or Indian.

There’s a young deaf girl I discuss the Bible with, her brother joins in, he knows  most signs which is really cool. So one day we were coloring a picture of Noah and his family building the Ark. When done, I was amused that the boy had colored all the men black. Well, if you live in Dandora, that’s what you see, and then TV isn’t that real to you.

But as I was reading the book, in my mind, the Joad family were all black, apart from Cornie, the son in law, despite the mention of niggers, not in context.

I played some of the last chapters on an updated version of VLC and it showed the cover of the book. It was a white family. But I’ve never seen a white family have to eat ugali(maize meal mash they called it) with coffee because that’s all they got you see.

 Books, unlike shows leave your mind to imagine the people any way that make sense to you.

Fiction affects you, subconsciously. In the book, they accompanied their meals with coffee.  Found out that I started drinking coffee like a normal drink. So as I work in the evenings, I find I am drinking at least 3 cups of coffee in a week. Weak coffee, and unlike tea, I prefer it cold, it doesn’t make me jumpy and I like the taste.

The Grapes of Wrath, disc 17…. I’ll miss that : )

Working like a professional

Wow, it’s a few minutes to midnight and I have 500 more words to go on my article. I am way past the deadline but it’s not coming. I have the facts and details and pictures. I even went to the National archives for some inspiration, but it just ruined my mood. All that history upset me somehow. Felt like-gosh- what are we doing with plastic bottles if our  great grand parents could  weave one out of reeds? And you wonder why we got 50,000 Kenyans dead each year from Cancer. The unfriendly staff all talking in their mother tongue put me off too.

Maybe it’s the story I’m on about-growing sukuma wiki in polythene bags to alleviate malnutrition- But it’s not  taking shape for some reason. When I visited the multistory gardening stand at this year’s Agricultural Society of Kenya International Trade fair{Nairobi Show} , it seemed I’d be flowing with words.

 show kids

 Maybe I should bargain with my editor to write about Maasai livestock instead. I stayed with a Maasai lady earlier in the month and learnt quite a bit about the maasai herders.

 "we milk our cows on the move, " she told me

I just downed a  mug of coffee. I feel quite refreshed now. Like the konda(conductor) In the bus today. People took their time to get off, I think it was the music. So he says- haiya changamkeni-

To mean get off. But the real meaning is feel alive. Language.

I hope I can finish this by tomorrow. I would really love a herbal coffee, with Ginseng and  three  non- dairy creamers.

 Actually I  wish I was listening to my book of the moment- grapes of wrath by  Steinbeck. It’s gripped me by the scruffs. Donno what I’m gonna  do with myself when I’m done reading it, listening to it rather. 

daybreak in Namanga

   

Had an interview today,  guy wants a business presentation done, and as I walked through Mữthurwa, my fav mall. I spotted- Diary of a Wimpy kid!-The ugly truth- and in purple, to match the shirt I was wearing. Would you believe it, It was Ksh.30. Last time I checked at the stores. Diary of a Wimpy Kid- Dog days was Ksh.700, cling wrapped, of course.

I’m so happy someone needed to make room in their house for other literature. So I read it through the day, laughing like a nut while queuing at the  NHIF Hall (National Hospital Insurance Fund )

Now I remember why I didn’t get enough sleep last night, someone was beating on their wife- get out from my house you prostitute!- and the entire court had gone out to sympathise, or watch. I just tried to sleep but didn’t get any. Oh, and Saturday night I made the wrong combination of food and was up most of the night when my system couldn’t hold it anymore. Cause of death- misinterpreted recipe.

1.09: time I finished the article

WHAT WE DIDN’T SEE

We didn’t see the seven mountains ahead of us.

We didn’t see how they were always ahead,

Always calling us,

Always reminding us there are more things to be done,

Dreams to be realized,

Joys to be rediscovered,

Promises made before birth to be fulfilled

Beauty to be incarnated

And love embodied.

We didn’t notice how they hinted that nothing is ever finished,

That struggles are  never  truly  concluded,

 that some-times we have to re-dream our lives,

and that life can always be used to create more light.

Al last, I can read a Ben Okri. I’ve always  wistfully read the back cover of his books in bookshops  thinking,

 Oh well, maybe one day ther’l be an earth quake and books will be strewn all over the streets.

Well, that has happened, there are books strewn  all over the streets, selling like bread.

The above excerpt is from the two opening paragraphs from Ben Okris-Songs of Enchantment.

I read the first page in the bus last night and I don’t wanna go ahead. Strange. Yeah, I want to think about it first, knowing I have another horde of chapters yet to be read. : )