Tuesday, 10 February 2009


I am sitting in Simba Restaurant in Nairobi International Airport. I am waiting for my next flight and I don't want to waste my time going into Nairobi. I have 5 hours. I turn on my PC. Here is no wireless, but it doesn't matter. The internet is a waste of time. I will rather write another story from (my) wild life i Africa.
I am happy to have found Simba Restaurant. Here is very peaceful. This is all I need. I am sitting in a sofa opposite the bar counter. Here is another sofa set next to me. Some men enter and sit down. They start talking. One of them is a very big and very black man. He is a typical Luo. I am looking at him. He reminds me of someone, but I cannot remember who it is. I forget it again very quickly. They continue their conversation.

One of them says: "In Africa there are entertainment everywhere - even in funerals".

He has a point. Africans know how to party and have fun even in the midst of misery or maybe especially when they are unhappy. We don't talk very long about our problems. Most of the time we will only tell about our problems, when we have already found solutions to them.

Later a man sit down next to me with his drink. We greet each other. Out of politeness I start a conversation with him. It is something I have learned in Africa, that I am supposed and expected to do in a situation like the one I am in now. I ask him if he is waiting a flight, but he tells me that he is escorting the Prime Minister. For a moment I ask myself: "Who is the Prime Minister in Kenya." In feel stupid as I realize that the big and black Luo man is Raila Odinga. I try not to stare too much at him as him and his party are leaving.

Thursday, 5 February 2009

So far apart

I know these two people. He loves her very much. Maybe more than anyone can bear to be loved. he just wants her to be happy. He wants to take care of her. There is only one problem: they are very far apart. It pains him more than he can explain to anyone - not even to her. She is very beautiful, but she cannot see it. He will never stop telling her, and she will always say that she is ugly. They are often talking into the blue air without listening, because they are so far away from each other. They do what they do to survive in their separate lives. It is not easy for them. He tries to be strong, and he tells himself that he just has to take good care of her. No matter how she reacts he must never think that she does not like him anymore. He is strong, but it is hard. She is very kind. She has big faith in God. He respects her. Never in his life has he met a woman who believes in something like she does. He has always been looking for a woman like her and will do anything not to loose her. Maybe he is doing too much. She does not like to talk and the longer they are apart the less she talks. Her behaviour of not saying anything is very radical under the circumstances. Her silience on the phone and letters of only white pages. He feels he is loosing her. He knows it is not true, but he it still scares him. He knows that he just has to keep on talking to her and it will be all right. One day they will not be separated anymore. It gives him hope that some day they will be together forever. He tries to cheer her up, but he still cries every night when he falls asleep.

Remembering "Paris, Texas" Wim Wenders.