Entertainment
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.
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.
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