Rainy weather and Johnny Cash

I realize (like all of the blogs that originally turned me off to blogging) that this blog has become less about Kenya and more about me.  Damn it to hell.  I didn't want that to happen.  Of course everything I write about Kenya will be through my filters, but I at least want to throw in some observations I've had lately about my surroundings here.

It is now easy to determine whether someone is from here or visiting based on their walking speed.  8 fresh eggs cost 96 shillings. It takes approximately 5 months to train yourself to look the right way for oncoming traffic in a previously British-colonized country.  If someone seems too good to be true, they are almost surely scamming you.  If you want to make a whole matatu erupt into laughter just correct the conductor when he shortchanges you and tell him "you! you want a soda?" in Swahili.  Eating street food is almost worth the intestinal aftermath.  Thank goodness for the Neem Tree and all of its marvels.

If you ever want to reminisce about the days of Tony Braxton, Boyz II Men, or any of those other 90s gems you might get lucky if you hop on the right matatu.  If you are extra lucky, on the inside there will be fun quotes like: "If you compare yourself to others, you'll never be yourself" and "dancing is one thing, movement is another".

Today was a National Day of Prayer in Kenya.  I still have several hours left if I want to join in I suppose.  I read in a newspaper last week that Mombasa could be underwater in just 50 years due to climate change.  Really drives the issue home.  In other news, Charles Taylor, former dictator of Liberia was sentenced to 50 years in prison.  I can't believe how many years it took to get that result.  Sometimes justice is slower than molasses.

I've fully embraced the bucket bath system and actually look forward to it now.  I can tell if there will be mosquitoes at night according to what temperature it was during the day.  I now know that if I want to boil water or cook something I need to turn the stove on 10 minutes prior.

While walking home yesterday I saw a tiny, baby porcupine dead on the side of the road.  I felt like there was some sort of message in that for me and I am still trying to figure out what it was.  I wanted to stoop down and examine it but wasn't in the mood for drawing more attention than the normal, excess amount.

When the universe laughs at you, don't fret, since you can laugh right back at it.