the house has flowed with beautiful friends, laughter and candlelight. the candlelight because of effing tanesco power cuts...nothing whatsoever to do with mood lighting. TANESCO- our national electricity supplier - is running short of power or something absurd like that...due to a certain MP who stole millions from the coffers last year, which was supposed to have gone towards saving the nations power supply.
i have finally succumbed to turning on the generator. i should say, i have finally overcome another fear of mine. our security guard. the last one was just too leery and weird and kept asking me for money...so i requested a changing of the guards. now we have antonio, who ressembles a multiple genocider, his long teeth glowing , and, if i allow my imagination really get the better of me, his red eyes gleam like coals in the dark . for the first time ever, i am comforted by the presence (an extremely intermittant presence it must be said) by our long term askari, mwita, who has to be the most useless watchman the world has ever known.
ask my aunts from london. about mwita. when they came out for christmas last year we had to climb over his drunken sleeping form, draped down the steps into the house, snoring. if a horde of somali shiftas had galloped over him, he wouldn't have woken. not even for the devil.
mwita reckons the hill is lucky. because "it is very busy" with hedgehogs - which are indeed a VERY lucky sign, in the world according to mwita. he hasn't mentioned the giant eagle owls...which sit on our roof and hoot just before dawn, perched royally outside my window. they are magical really magical. oh no. he hasn't mentioned them. according to many african beliefs, owls are a sure sign of death, particularly when they are on a roof of a house. they are heavily linked to witchcraft, as are beehives...my house is inundated with both...and a flying broom. which no-one has noticed either. still. antonio looks scary. and i have to turn off the generator just now. give me lion any day.
anyway. antonio aside. i love to walk across the stone courtyard to the generator house, to switch it off before bed...the moon is half full, the stars fat and summery, and the wind, hot, dusty and irrepressibly wild. the world is crazier than its been in decades - but that sky. that sky - oh it keeps me sane, wild and fearless. sod antonio of the long teeth.
tonight when i climb into bed, and blow out the paraffin lamp, i shall see the half moon, framed in my window; sweet, perfect and gently laughing on her back...
Kitchen Board: Thursday Evening: 9 October 2008Contributors: Janelle and Tira Schubart
Comments: Pete O Neal apparently makes the best peanut butter in town. Pete O Neal was also a black panther many many years ago...and how he got to live in tanzania is a long long story. anyway. his peanut butter is the best.
so toodely starry pip to y'all..... bisous comme toujours jxx