Images from Kenia 2: working

Working in Kenya is not the same as working in Europe: peeling nuts, braiding sisal, preparing ugali… Ugali, I have seen it before, in Italy. There it is yellow and called “polenta”.

Images from Kenia 1: impressions

Kenya,
karibu, colours, impressions, 42 tribes, smile, pole pole, poverty, hakuna matata, proud, safari, rain season, lions, ocean, sand, mango, palm trees, bananas, pine apple, cabins, baobab, monkeys, sun, savanne, the smell of Africa, red elephant...

Kenya cannot be explained, you can only live it. Look at the following images...

Today is my birthday...

Fly in the plane of ambition,
and land on the airport of success,
Luck is yours,
wish is mine
may your future
always shine. . .
With lots of Love
“Happy Birthday 2 you”.

George.

He looked a bit like a bear.
A teddy bear of course: tall, strong, gentle. His sweet eyes and friendly voice.
He was working hard, maybe too hard.
It started after the holidays last year: always tired, a problem with his blood, he said.
He should loose weight, so that he could go jogging on the beach. Just like me, or even with me, to get fit again.
Diet, too much diet, not enough food: only fruit and vegetables.
He was getting better, but not enough. So he should undergo an operation on his hart.
In India: there they can do it better. We all contributed to this expensive venture.
He left on April 2nd, for what he called a challenge.
“George is ok”, a colleague said, “I spoke with him over the phone yesterday. Everthing has gone well”.
We were all relieved and happy.
And than suddenly the sad news: “George has left us!”

He had gone for a walk, as the doctor had advised him. But his heart broke down. It was over.
George has gone, the dear, tall George, with his melancholic eyes.
RIP George.

Charlie, Sir Charles

“See you tomorrow”, he waived at me while he was leaving the hotel.
Yes, tomorrow. And he was gone.
And suddenly there was no “tomorrow” anymore.
He sat on the back of a motor. The car coming from the opposite direction, missed the curve and cut the motor away. He felt with his head on the street.

“Everything will be alright”, the doctors said. But Charlie was in a coma. 9 long days. And than he slided away. He had never woke up again.
Charlie has gone.
Charles Mjomba, 31 years young, entertainment manager. Charlie for the friends.
Sir Charles, he said laughing. He was a “sir”.
And so I will reming him: “sir Charles”.

Massai Mara met Seppe

I went on safari with my nefue Seppe at the beginning of July. Perfect period to see the great migration, wildbeast and zebra's crossing the Mara river.
Have a look...

Reflection

Every day is a good day.
But when I'm experiencing
A day full of frustrations,
I don't call it a bad day,
I call it an "interesting" day.
This habit keeps me
From being overwhelmed
With negative emotions.

I don't know where this comes from, it was sent to my by our chef Uttam.