A kid crew appeared today. They often appear these days with various requests for entry into our apartment. I’m having a tough anemic time currently, but every other day or so, I try to garner enough energy to bring a little magic to Africa. Yesterday, Guled reluctantly agreed to share part of his colored clay stash he got from Heather. He really loves clay. I have pictures of the clay day somewhere.
Today I experimented with chapatis to a Celine Dion album, with the repeat on “River Deep, Mountain High.” You can listen to it while you read to get the full effect!
Chapatis are the flatbread found in Kenyan cuisine, much like tortillas in Mexican food. I thought I’d throw a little cinnamon sugar on them for fun. Guled called over the balcony to announce that the chapatis were ready, and apparently a rather large herd headed up the three flights of stairs to our apartment!
The chapatis are gone, the cinnamon sugar all over the floor, smeared towards the front door where the kids dropped their shoes and reentered those same shoes, cinnamon sugar and all. They all had the kid zoomies at 165 kph (kilimeters per hour).
I hear rumors that I’ll be doing this again. I sadly have no pictures. Words will have to paint the mental scene.
I must take a nap.