Interesting Times

Over lunch today (and i must confess that this is not meant to irk my audience)a joke yawned at our chapati and stew meal. Brown chapati no less. A girl (she must be the giggling twenteen types)was so upbeat about people not having a meal of chapati whenever they wanted:

"Chapatis are even cooked by the roadside - for crying out loud!" Da! she said, her voice was full of genuine wonder and an indignation about the past.

And then i remembered the woman, Ndindi, who chased us (on this Christmas day some twenty three years ago!) from her compound because we could not finish our game of katani-football before we saw the pan leave her smoky kitchen.

That we didn't used to eat chapati except once a year is cliche'. That we went rock-water skiing riding on shrubs upto tuuumbwi down in the pool below and the splash of muddy water and the torn uniform backside is also cliche'.

but then these are interesting times...

Yesterday our DCJ (Deputy Chief Justice - no less) was arrested and taken to court after 5pm...the magistrate had been asked to wait up for her to be brought!!


I will continue this conversation tomorrow day.