More World Cup fever...

The last two weeks have been full of surprises during the World Cup. Italy, France, Cameroon, Nigeria and other would-be-favorites have already been sent home and the real tournament is yet to start. Interesting stuff....it's amazing how global media managed to take charge of our agenda's and make us yearn for that 2.30, 5.00 or 9.30pm time. Games and bread like in the days of the Romans. It still works....

Separation hurts....

A early sunbeam sets my side of the bed on fire. Its disturbing and I turn to the other side. Wake up time. There you are. All over me. Soft and embracing. Hmmmm....I snuggle up more and can smell you. See your softness. You are peaceful. You move at the rhythm of my breath. We are totally one. My arm stretches under you. You move when I do. I am tempted to lift you up slightly and.....mmmm. Many thoughts race through my mind. And I can feel exitement taking over. It's hard.....to get up and leave you. But I have to. See you later.....my duvet !

Separation always hurts

A early sunbeam sets my side of the bed on fire. Its disturbing and I turn to the other side. Wake up time. There you are. All over me. Soft and embracing. Hmmmm....I snuggle up more and can smell you. See your softness. You are peaceful. You move at the rhythm of my breath. We are totally one. My arm stretches under you. You move when I do. I am tempted to lift you up slightly and.....mmmm. Many thoughts race through my mind. And I can feel exitement taking over. It's hard.....to get up and leave you. But I have to. See you later.....my duvet !

Life on a Monday morning....

Monday morning. 6.45am and I start my morning walk for today. A school bus stops alongside Brookside Grove and two girls hop on. Joining their young friends for another day of becoming wiser. As soon as the bus leaves, I see an almost naked man on the other side of the street. No shoes. His pants have the color of the mud on the road. Rasta hair. Or just muddy hair and too long ? He stares ahead and keeps a slow pace. Going nowhere. Coming from nowhere. I wonder : did he ever go to school ? And what will he eat today ? If anything at all.....How does he survive ? From Muguga Green I make my way into School Lane and head towards Sarit Shopping Center. Except for the people that go to the gym early and the askari's at the gate, the shopping center is quiet. Only Java coffee house has opened doors already at 7am and there is a first client : a big fat white guy. Looking at a huge plate with fries and sausages. His way of looking after his health I think. I cross the road on the other side and jog down to Nakumatt Ukay. The lady with the 4 kids is there already. At the corner. Begging for coins from the cars passing by. Its barely 7.30am. What a life. And at the bakery outside Nakumatt Ukay a few early birds are having breakfast. Mandazi and tea. Another ten minutes later I am at home again. With my head full of early impressions....of life. And the way we all live it differently. On a Monday morning.

The oil we so adore....

Personally I am much more affected by the news and pictures from what is happening along the shores of the USA than by the FIFA Worldcup craze. And then to read about the people (companies) that are now benefiting from the disaster as well, the statements the politicians make (the ones that are involved in getting elected thanks to oil money). It makes me feel sad and it is sickening. Human kind will bring mother earth on its knees, we are destroying it....that is a fact.

Last snippet from Mombasa....

Clean that beach people ! And report those who litter it.

I have been strolling on the beach now for five days and here is what I see : plastic bottles, coke cans, beer bottles....its a shame !

I don't care whether you are drunken careless kids from Nairobi , visiting for the weekend, or a British hooligan on a two week holiday.

You should be more careful and respect this beautiful coastline.

This coastline provides a living for thousands of people.

Its a masterpiece. Gods best when he created the world.

Its a place to live for thousands of plants and animals also. On land and in the sea.

Respect that you idiots....

The adoption agency on the beach...

Big Tree Beach restaurant and lodge. 3 kilometers away (in beach distance) from the hotel where I stay.

Just the place to be for a pizza lunch and a Tusker Malt or two….in the shade. Under a coconut tree. Looking at the Indian Ocean. And looking at people.

Just ten minutes ago the place was empty and now its filling up.

With couples. Mixed couples.

There are dress codes in this place. Quite an upclass venue….

The men’s dress code in this place is a washed off tank top. With German or English writings and flags. They cover up pot belly’s in different sizes of inflation. The matching pants are the ¾ type. Going down to hairy ankles with feet at the end that walk in slippers. Billabong fashion. The ladies are dressed in tight tops. The type that clings around the body as T-shirts during a wet T-shirt contest. Not hiding anything really. They go well with the various jeans or kikoy skirts of minimal length and high heel shoes. Many of them red. Not easy to walk in the sand by the way. The ladies seem to know each other as they greet and giggle a lot amongst themselves. The potbellies are just ordering beer and smoking cigarettes.

Its nice to see different cultures mix. Its good to learn foreign languages.Wait I just noticed something !

The pot bellies are of an average age of 60 and above. Or at least they look like it.

The ladies are barely 20. Some even look 16.

There must be an adoption agency nearby and this is the interview room !