Despite not having blogged in forever, you guys are still visiting!!
I love y’all.
I’ve been writing lots and taking lots of hijabi fashion pics, just haven’t had the time to upload since….
I was MOVING CONTINENTS.
I am officially living back in Kenya, after having liked in the UK for 8 years.
I still don’t really believe it myself.
As always, my travels are never without drama, intrigue and most importantly, shopping.
Spending my money on shiny, new things takes me to a happy place. Sue me :p
I met a beautiful, tall, very talented MAC sales lady. As she managed to make me part with my hard earned money in return for make up and false eyelashes, while deftly complimenting my eyes and skin. She rained compliments on my gullible credit card, telling me that I have beautiful dark eyes (which I do), and gorgeous skin ( which I do not). I appreciate a good sales person. She made me feel at ease, complimented me, and helped me with my purchases.
More interesting was that she was clearly a ‘people-person’ That odd blend of person who finds other humans infinitely interesting. She wanted to know where I was from (Kenya), and then made a clear distinction by asking me where I lived (UK) She wanted to know my age (26, same as her), and how long I was going on holiday for.
Airports are my kind of place. Because I would so enjoy asking those kind of questions.
I, like my beautiful saleslady, enjoy peeling the layer of social niceties, that hide the person beneath.
Where is that man with the briefcase rushing to?
Does that harrowed looking woman own her own business?
What is that elderly lady smiling at so smugly?
Where is that group of middle aged women going?
That odd looking couple – are they married?
I love solving people-puzzles. Looking around and putting two plus two plus three.
And there is no better place to observe people than an Airport. Or perhaps a Coffee Shop. Better still, and Airport Coffee Shop 🙂
9 out of 10 I am probably wrong.
Mainly because I am also of the class of people we would most likely call ‘socially inept’
I wonder if this is behind my fascination with people.
In any case.
I sit here on this Kenya Airways flight and all I can think of is how I can’t wait to get home.
Warm sun beating on darkened brow.
Heavy kisses of a humid day.
A welcoming handshake,
In an African smile.
I just read an article about Africans coming home. (In Msafri magazine while on the plane coming errr..home. So it was very appropriate really. Lol. )
It was about young, professional, skilled Africans living the dream – in Africa.
Gone are the days of queuing at the US or UK embassies, hoping that the un-smiling visa officer would bestow on you the magic ticket that would allow you access to the ‘American Dream’, a land of riches and success.
A lot of people are realising, that they can have their cake and eat it, right here at home.
You don’t have to be in a tiny apartment in a foreign land, far from home and everyone you love, to eke out a living in the world of success and money.
With the right job and mindset, a beautiful life can be had in Africa. A fact known for a long time now, by many expatriates who came to Kenya and refused to leave!
Beautiful weather, gorgeous beaches, lovely atmosphere, cosmopolitan, diverse, family, friends….That is what Nairobi means to me.
Who wouldn’t want to live here?
The power cuts, and the rising cost of living, the politics and the car jackings – those are minor inconveniences in the grand scheme of things. (I may think differently after my 100th power cut)
Nonetheless, I am seriously considering coming home to roost.
The sooner the better.
Karibu Kenya 🙂
My very first blog post. On my very new mac.
Yes, Im flossing :p
SO tired. SO jet lagged. SO SO shattered. And I still have a 9 hour flight to go.
I just boarded a KLM flight from Manchester. It dropped me off in Amsterdam. And now, I’m aboard Kenya Airways to Nairobi.
After being hassled in Manchester about an extra kilo (!) of luggage, being looked at blankly as I struggled with my three suitcases (yes three!), and feeling strangely alien in Amsterdam….it was with a great sigh of relief that I saw the smiling faces of the Kenya Airways crew.
For a moment I stilled, and swelled with pride. KENYA Airways. Unapologetically Kenyan. And as I walked down that aisle, I stared back at those mzungu faces with confidence and…a bit of swag. 😛
There is this feeling that as Africans we always have to feel inferior. Like our skin colour makes us somehow…less. I feel it. In every stare. I every flat smile of every person who asks me that annoying question: ‘where are you from?’
I am Kenyan dammit.
I am African.
I am unapologetically Brown.
And I am coming home.