Haidhuru

Paris in Rwanda
So you must have heard that this Paris is seeking redemption in Rwanda- (not to be confused with this Paris). I’m increasingly incensed at how Africa (undifferentiated, monolithic, homogeneous Africa) is this shopping basket that people can use to showcase their good works. Envision celebrity browsing through this year’s glossy (all new materials) catalogue. “So this season, disaster and disease is in. Hmmm… I can go with Guinea Worm- but that’s like so unattractive. We could do famine, but those hungry people are on dit. Doesn’t starvation victim # 455 look like so totally hot?” It also takes a certain kind of person to look at the deaths of 800,000 people and go “Ahhhhhh! Now that’s the backdrop for the atonement of my drunken driving woes”.

C’est pathétique.

Who is your mother?
So do you know people? Or do you know people who know people? Are you able to meet, greet and then seal the deal to meet again or are you those people who 6 months after coming to a town still only have only 2 friends (who know people?).

Me myself personally, I know people who know people. My girlfriends and siblings seem to know people and I’m usually known in reference to my friend or sibling “Mutumia? Yeah, yeah, yeah- isn’t she XXX sister” or “You know her- she’s XXX’s friend”.

I suspect that I am not that memorable. I also suspect that it’s because I don’t make take-home or to-go acquaintances that easily. You know how you get a card or phone number from people at a random gathering and they say “We should go catch pints sometimes”. I will have the best of intentions but when it comes to actually picking up the phone to call, I’m always at a loss like “OK… what’s my peg?”. I think that this a great skill to have as you end up knowing lots of cool people and widening your circle of friends and invariably enriching your life. But you also lose a lot of your anonymity. But ultimately is a skill I would like to have. The next interesting people that I meet, I will follow up on them.

C’est sad-ish.

The JVC (Jaluo Very Classy) Award:
Obvious- it goes to Obama (the Senator) for
Number One: Knowing what arugula is!
Number Two: Having the wherewithal to know how to unleash it in a speech!!
Number Three: Knowing where it can be bought!!!

Jowa! Even my spell check is not with it as it’s asking me whether I should change the spelling of arugula to ‘regular’ or ‘argyle’. No sweetness- it’s arugula.

C’est very excellent. Not sub-standard at all.

Mutumia is Going straight to Hell:
In and around the homestead: When watching some of the anti-war protesters, do you feel that some, many (?) are doing this to store up “when we marched to Washington” stories for telling their kids? There’s this…earnestness surrounding some of the people that I’ve seen and listened to- and I can’t help but get a whiff of them trying to re-enact the sixties

*mutumia sips on some hatorade*

Msiba wa kujitakia: Am I the only one who felt that the Korean missionaries in Afghanistan while yeah- I’m kinda sorry for you ( a little), you were also asking for it? Speaking of missionaries, I’ve found another peeve to add to my menagerie. Pray for me, I’m going to be a missionary in Africa. Bitch your kid is in frigging ISK and you’re still eating bacon and wheaties and you have a maid and a gardener!!! You’re in search of the better life. Why?!!! Putting aside all these things that that are being added unto the expat missionary, it’s also like 80 years too late. You’ve been overtaken by events. Africans are into well, broadband wifi so they can peep the latest sermon being broadcast Kilimambogo Mixed Redeemed Apostolic church.

C’est très annoying.

Enjoy the week my lovelies.