well well well. what a week. boy am i glad that i am alive on this planet at this precise point in time, to witness mr obama walk tall and deliver his victory speech in chicago and see the first winds, heralding rain. yesterday the rains ALMOST happened, but as it came closer, we realized that it was an haboub style dust storm approaching the hill....we could smell the rain on the far distant steppes, but nothing dropped on the hill....only dust dust dust and wind.
winging it like hell at school and, even if i say so myself, successfully. year 6's want ME ME ME. oh how happy that makes me feel. they actually LIKE me.
well they can't have me again. i am otherwise engaged. they were lucky to have me for three hours of their lives. talking about religion and politics during maths. that's why they loved me. still. isosceles triangles are so done. easy peasy. i was lucky enough to meet a boy who firmly believes that money certainly can buy happiness.
what rot that it can't. i don't believe it for a minute, he said.
he almost convinced me. he should go into politics. not science. he said, in front of his best friend, that oh yes indeed, he would trade in his friend in exchange for all the money in the world. his lap top brings him more happiness than any friend ....
oh YEAH????? you wait and see buddy, i said, waggling my eczema ridden finger in front of his chubby freckled little face. all the buddhist philosophising in the world was not going to change his 11 year old mind. he saw it so clearly and was no-where near being convinced by me.
which planet are you from again, buddy? ARP 147?
but these dry dusted winds have brought, more importantly, world change to our little pink house on the little brown hill. actually it's more likely to be habari.co.tz, our internet provider. still. it's way more poetic to attribute it the wind. Barak Obama has restored hope onto our screens of life. the american people have inspirationally proven that democracy is still alive and kicking. just when the marxists woke up and started getting themselves into equal teams....tsk tsk...missed the boat again, karl, just....don't give up though. the american people have gloriously managed to begin to change the course of american history. in a completely unforgettable way. yesterday was the only time i have ever wished to be american. yesterday i was emotionally overwhelmed. my god that man can talk. and my god, i hope he can do what he says he will do. martin luther king must be having a party up there. doing a jig to we can we can...
africa and the africans are jubilant, of course. they think that BO is going to save them from their miserable lives of war and poverty and actually give them a future. i explained to amneey (a tanzanian driver) that in fact obama was president elect of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA and not of tanzania or kenya (even though kibaki made it a public holiday yesterday, knowing that obama is in fact a LUO??? ahem ahem) and that possibly mr obama had enough problems of his own at home, before he can begin on africa and its adolescent ways. i continued, in my appalling swahili, that it was highly unlikely obama's step grandmother from kogelo will allegedly make it to the white house to teach michelle how to make chipatis, which, she claims, are mr obama's favourite food. i might be wrong. i'll eat my hat if i am.
not to detract from this momentous occasion. it's the fact that for the first time in the history of america, a black man has made it to the top. it's this that has inspired the entire continent. it's given everyone hope. particularly me. it now means that maybe one day i can be president elect of zambia.
oooergh. i'd REALLY eat my hat. on camera. if that ever came to pass.
safari craig arrives home on saturday after huntin' chasin' buffalo in the wilds of the serengeti. i am throwing a welcome home party. he wants beans and chillis and tequilla. and a few mexican dancing girls, me of course, being The Main One. i shall paste a mono brow across my forehead, douse myself in piles of silver and jade, drink tequilla shots all night, do the tango, play Juarez and be frida for the night. (as in khalo, just in case any of you were imagining frida in the mountains yodelling in a tight pair or lederhausen...oh now come to think of it. . . )
afternoon winds are ruffling the dust up again, she whimsically notices out her window...the mountain looks dark and stormy..let's see if it's a false alarm again. my children still think a pathetic drizzle is the equivalent of rain. when will they ever learn?
Kitchen Board: Thursday Afternoon: 6 November 08
Contributors: Veronica and Eliza.
Comments: Eliza supports five children on her own. Her husband left her. For another woman. She has no education. She speaks no english.Veronica supports two children. But has a good husband so at least they both earn enough to keep the wolves from the door. These two women are angels. There is much to learn from humility. So much.
so tooooodely old pip then - flying bisous - lightening dusty stormy ones (in lederhausen - garumph garumph - couldn't resist) xxx j