“Spent the morning
tackling Nairobi rush hour, only to find out that my car screams at me in
Japanese if I get within an inch of another object - so every three seconds, oh
yeah and a policeman made me and a few other cars reverse round a roundabout so
he could create a new lane! Classic!”
That was my Facebook status a few weeks ago, and it’s pretty
safe to say that that’s a normal day in East African rush hour. Traffic lights
mean nothing and right of way is determined by how large your vehicle is. Welcome
to my world. Born and brought up in Kenya with a family madder than monkeys on
meth, my outlook on life according to my UK friends is slightly different to
the “norm”. I think sailing in a hippo
infested lake is great fun and have no time for people who always follow the rules
and never try new things. My car is a piece of metal which would fail an MOT on
sight and regardless of occasion you would be hard pressed to find me without
my bracelets, rings and flipflops.
I wasn’t sure about blogging until I graduated, became
unemployed, moved back to Kenya and realised I had absolutely no idea what to
do with myself. A friend of mine said to
me a while ago that some of my stories were so ridiculous that I had to share
them, so here we go.
I’m going to write about everything that has happened to me,
from blatant everyday sexism to living in a country where logic is non-existent
and the idea of health and safety is laughable.
Hope you enjoy it.
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