An interesting thing about Kenya

I have a few minutes to myself this evening, with the boys off to see a movie, and thought I would try to capture in words a curious thing I am discovering here in Kenya. It is this idea that things look one way at first, but upon inspection and experience, are in fact a totally different way. Mom used to tell us not to judge a book by its cover.

The shacks used by artisans to produce their wares, whether furniture or textiles or pottery or jewelry or Maasai art, are these visibly poorly constructed units, made from scrap lumber and tin corrugated roofing materials. They really look like "shacks", a word Hakim uses actually. But we walk inside these "shacks", and instead you find strong walls housing the most beautiful and finely crafted handiwork I have ever seen. The wood furniture is really of the best quality, the fabrics are tightly woven with handcrafted art embedded, the pottery is thrown and crafted upon a wheel. Suddenly, things look very expert and beautiful and of high quality.

The decor of places initially appears a bit dusty or unkept, like the streets having no real sidewalks. But the more you delve into the city, the more you see the real beauty. It isn't something I make up. It is really spectacular.

Guled mentioned the air quality and how deceptive it is upon first look because of the Rift Valley desert sands in the distance. There is no smog. The air is so clean and fresh and unencumbered by mechanised waste.

The people see us and look almost cautious but one quick smile from us, and that cautious look turns to a warm and inviting smile. Makes me wonder how many times in my own space half way across the globe I have mistaken a cautious look for something sinister rather than a smile awaiting.

All is well in Kenya. I hope my grammar and spelling are correct because I am not going to run spell check this time.

Habari za asubuhi - News of the Morning from Nairobi, Kenya

Habari za asubuhi - Good morning (news of the morning)from Nairobi! Kiswahili, the other language of the people of Kenya, translates to our good morning. The energy of a city of 9 million people greeted me at 7 a.m. after going to sleep at 4 a.m., certainly the combination of which requires some excellent coffee.

There is no better coffee found than here in the fertile rift valley and birthplace of mankind. I am also greeted with a sharply sweet pungent oder that I have come to know as the smell of cannabis. Yes, one of our neighbors somewhere within whiffing distance has a fairly active taste for the sweet weed. The tops of the trees are almost glazed with a yellow/brown layer of air hovering above the tree line as it were. I will have to post a couple of pictures to Facebook as I am having difficulty here.


I find most interesting the mix of trees found here. One would expect in a warm climate to find palm trees. However, as hopefully the photos show, there is what appears to be a kind of pine tree growing here. It is summer now in January in Kenya, and we are all wearing sandals and light fabrics. The women here dress beautifully, even to go to the grocery store.

They sport vibrantly colored fabrics and lots of matching accessories, something which I gave up long ago! There is hard liquor to be found in gas stations but it is quite suspect as often times, a scrappy local entrepreneur will cook up a very local alcohol and just rebottle it in an expensive Crown or Jack Daniels bottle. Ingenious to say the least. I have a new appreciation for hard work and creative thinking, albeit my skepticism is now also pretty actively engaged!

We have an Italiante apartment with a swimming pool, lounge area, and potted plants all around. The maid service is unparalleled and the fresh fruits and vegetables have a taste that can only be described as "clean." I am acutely aware of the chemical taste found even in what we think in the US is the most healthy of produce. I will have to try to describe it after more time has passed. Perhaps it has to do with the soil itself here and the lack of chemical additives, weed killers and fertilizers.

Petrol/gas runs about $7 per gallon. Many UN and NGO (non-government organizations) homebase out of Nairobi, so there is this delicate balance of wealth and poverty playing throughout the fabric of everyday life, but this makes for an infinitely rich mix of cultures from all over the world. There are fewer cars on the road than one might expect in a city of 9 million. There are many fewer sidewalks and so people's feet are dusty. For transportation, 16 or so people will cram in to one of those old 1980 Mitsubishi vans, windows open, side door open, and lots of drama at every stop.

Guled mentioned yesterday that the prevailing view of "Africa" being a dry desert is completely unfounded. The gentle cool wind and the greenery and flowers at every turn pretty much dispel that rumor. I am uncertain why we seem so affected by jet lag but my eyeballs even hurt this morning.

Perhaps I will lie by the pool now that the morning cleaning is complete.

It is time

“What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.” T.S. Eliot

Here we are a year and a half later, and the end is nigh to the beginning... something like that. We shall see how things progress, but for now we go visit and let healing take its course in our little family so we can all decide what each of us wants from life. I think the geography and "where" matter not. It is the "who" that really matters most. And while we wax sappy, here is the song about all of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJUtJA-dLmo

Band of Horses - Is There a Ghost (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

Is There a Ghost .....

".... I could sleep.... I could sleep....." The Cienna "CC" song of all songs!! See the separate post with the video.

Sometimes it takes the peace and wisdom and gentle insanity of a child to remind me of what counts. My son usually provides this balance, but of late, a little 3 year old a 'tude and her little singing voice does the job sometimes. This is the song by Band of Horses that comes up in many venues, both personal and legal, in my world of late. I hope i successfully pasted the link here or else it will have to follow. The ghost in my computer is running amok these days.

September

I have loved September most all of my life because the cooling of summer is what those of us in the desert wait for. The cooling is like a drink of crisp water on the parched tongue. My best writings, perhaps with the exception of today, emerge during the cooling. My best balance hits that sweet spot during the sun's journey to the solstice.

Today, I woke up hating today, but not for the reason most Americans are hating today. I woke up hating today because it memorializes the definitive mark of the end of my union, marriage and more importantly partnership. Many families were severed after the social schism took place. Kind of reminded me of the Berlin wall actually. None of us in my family, Protestant or Muslim, think it was ok what happened in the airplane bombings. But this is a selfish day for me now, and with months of discussion about how we handled the change in tone and freedom after the "change" in foreign policy, I think we are clear, the both of us, that we allowed the social schism to cut all of us apart.

Hindsight tells us we didn't have to succumb to it, but history tells us we did.

Testing one two - chickens

Sorry for the inconveniece but I have to test something on my blog. I do believe that my friend's chickens have found a new free range home. Maia and her family are just pretty cool people.