So this Saturday I was at Impala Club for the Kenyan finale. It was the first rugby game I was attending, despite the fact that I am an avid rugby fan(sevens though). I decided it was about time I watched a Kenyan game for once.
Unfortunately I was late so I missed the first half and during the entire second half it was pouring like hell. Despite that, it was a good game(from the few moments i was able to capture). the problem was, I don't really know Kenyan rugby so that must have been the first mistake I made.
i asked who impala was playing and was told its a team called Kabras. I thought the name was weird and might be connected with Kabarak uni but woi, how blonde could I get(and I'm not blonde btw, probably just unnecessarily loud with my thoughts sometimes, lol). anyway, later I saw the banners that surround the pitch and I noticed Kabras sugar was one of the sponsors... "Oooh... So Kabras ni ya sukari", I said not to myself in my own thoughts but rather loudly to a friend I was with. Unfortunately for me I was too loud and a certain man overheard me."Yaani hukujua? Kwani sukari ulikuwa unanunua gani when Mumias tanked? Tuanze na swali nyingine, ata huwa unanunua sukari?'' Heh, shida. "Kwani Mumias ilishuka tukiwa how old, si tulikuwa wadogo?" I asked my pal in all my naivety... "Si ni last year tu mumias ikishuka, Mumias has been having problems", the man reiterated.
And as if it wasn't embarrassing enough, not long after I saw the jamaa telling his pals about this ka-lightskin who doesn't know that Kabras ni ya sukari. And I see him and his pals looking in my direction and laughing and him looking on right after that. No shade! It was one of my blondest and most embarrassing moments, I am not too proud but enyewe kama hujui, hujui. At least now I know, but please note... even light skins buy sugar. sana sana ni kusahau. And now I know there's a team called Kabras, lol. any who, the match ended 30-5 for Kabras, Impala lost.
What a first rugby match that was!
e-for-El
Sunday, 8 May 2016
Sunday, 8 March 2015
Recently I travelled to the North Coast of Kenya for a
holiday, family things (my mum is from there so basically it is shags for me).
But this time we went past the rural home in Kaloleni and instead drove on to
Kikambala which is past Mtwapa town aka the sin city of Coast Province (or
maybe the entire country for all we know) and I say this because it is not so
often that you see an old white man struggling on a motorcycle with a dark
Kenyan woman seated behind him; and she was a bit chubby, I don’t know, I
thought they liked ‘em skinny or maybe that’s just me; or a
slightly-past-middle-aged white woman seated at a local with the young men of
the town watching a football game, well maybe she’s into “soccer”…. Either way,
NO JUDGEMENT, just observation. I digress. So I decided I’d make a list of the
struggles I faced while there (plus my boyfriend wants to see it) so here goes!
1.
We hired a sort of ‘house’ built by a Goan. It
was a pretty cool place. But here’s the thing (and only nature is to blame
here), talk about heat! - Well obviously being that it is coast. It would get
so hot that I couldn’t say I was taking a cold shower. Because the piping got
so hot it heated the water naturally. Talk about uncalled for! Lol. Can’t blame
it on anything though, I mean it wasn’t a five star hotel…even three star for
that matter. Meh.
clockwise from left: my cousin Henry, my big sister Ahenda, my big brother Muk, my cousin Edmund, my cousin Cece, my cousin Grace, me and my cousin Namlondwa on Christmas at the Goan house
me, Muk and way in the background my cousins Eva and Cece at the pool of the Goan house
Tattu, Henry, Edmund, Amalie my cousins and I at the Goan house on Christmas
Henry, Beyu and I at the pool
the amazng pool sign
Tattu, my aunty Desma, me and my aunty Zaka on the last day of the holiday
my cousin Nimrod and his son Jeremy at the Goan house. My nephew Daniel in the background
my nephew Daniel learning how to swim at the pool
my aunty Marjorie learning how to swim too lol
my uncle Daniel at the pool
my wonderful amazing grandma Annie Chopetta at the Goan house on Christmas
2.
Perhaps a cold shower made no difference…
completely true. Once I’d step outside the house I’d already be sweating from
the heat (No, no. my sweat pores are absolutely not abnormal). Showering was
totally nullified.
3.
Ummmm….. I learnt to stay away from the fans and
air conditioners. I was with my cousins and siblings and it wasn’t long before
one of my cousins and my small sister got a really bad cold. This was also duly
fuelled by all the swimming we did but there had to be some way to just lower
those rocketing body temperatures. Ironical isn’t it? One of the hottest places
in the country and you get a cold. Oh, and my brother got one too. He’s been
sick for like a week now.
4.
Slow, slower, slowest! The service at the coast
could not be slower. We were at Nakumatt Nyali waiting for our shopping to be
packed and the guy was taking too damn long. My mum had to tell us to help him.
And he didn’t want to be helped! Hello! You are slow, accept the extra pair of
hands you are so graciously offered.
5.
North coast, you need to brush your teeth. Every
5kms or so we drove, we were ambushed by a smell and definitely not a nice one.
It was a stench so to speak. You can’t have so many areas smelling in one city,
what the hell. I was torn between rolling up my window coz of the smell and
leaving it down for fresh air… up won. Still love you North Coast.
6.
This one’s kind of embarrassing for me but I’m making
a list and so I have to be thorough. I dared to go shopping! You know how mitumbas must be tried for fitting, it’s
not Mr Price or Woolworths with designated sizes. It was such a fucking hustle.
Picture the sweat and trying on clothes and putting mine back on and repeating
it a couple of times. It was disgusting and torture for the clothes, and myself
too. Luckily I bought most of them and washed them immediately coz obviously they’d
been through the wear process more than once.
7.
I DARED to buy ice cream at Creamy Inn and eat
it in the car. Basically it was like a glass of milkshake was poured on me.
That ice cream was crying - literally. I barely had any of it because most of
it melted. And the caramel dip I had put on top didn’t even freeze like it does
in Nairobi, just saying.
8.
I discovered my bodies super powers of
retention. Talk about swollen feet. I have this problem with my feet. They get
super-hot and red when I walk stand or run for too long or sit too. Niliitambua
in North Coast. This time they were super swollen from all the sitting. I had
to spend my last two days of holiday in hospital. SUCKED BALLS.
9.
Traffic in North Coast, you were unbelievable.
The worst part is there are no highways so it is long stretches of single lined
cars. I wonder how the drivers of this city survive the traffic day after day –
mazoea I guess.
10.
I promise I am not a girl’s girl, but, I had
done a pedicure day before we travelled and let me just say, it was all for
naught. The way my nails have dehydrated and broken all on their own, beyond
repair, is quite a mystery to me. And let me not forget the chipping of my
polish just a day into the visit. Nature, refund please?
11.
SAND! Walking barefoot became the better option
because whether I wore open shoes or sandals, my feet were one with the sand.
But duh! Shoes for what? Except when walking on actual tarmac of course.
12.
I am happy to report that I escaped the heat
rash.
13.
Potatoes. Of course my skin is peeling. And it
makes it no better that I am light skinned.
14.
Tans are possible. If you are as light as I am,
please use sunscreen. I thought I could survive the sun and didn’t bother too
much with sunscreen. I’m a tad bit darker sorry to say.
Nevertheless, despite these few minor mishaps, North Coast
you are still a beautiful place to be. And I still love you with your sandy
beaches and exotic creatures (I saw many lizards, different colours and sizes,
a mole, a bush rat so there! Nairobi you have nothing to offer minus your
park). And the easy going nature of the people is to die for. And most of my
family does happen to stay there.
It was a good holiday. I totally miss it.
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