i have spent many days here. languishing. listening to the ocean, falling in love with a camel and beach boys and letting the sun love me.
here are some pics of my paradise.
the tide is going out, revealing what lies beneath.
another one
and another
colors on the beach
a boat in the ocean
beach caves
more caves [...]
i’m in a bad mood. flat out bitchy. My throat hurts, my eyes are heavy. Two radio blast two different types of music competing over the constant din of too many people. people in the supermarket are blocking aisles, taking up space, living in their own worlds. stockboys keep giving [...]
finally pictures are available. i’ve been in the cyber cafe for 3 hours uploading pics onto my FTP server and naming them. i haven’t even gotten through them all yet so today i’m just going to post the ones from around the house and come back later to show you nyali beach, the lookout over [...]
There’s a restaurant/cafe at the Nyali Nakumatt called book’s first (it’s adjacent to a bookstore).
whenever i’m here i’m greeted by a young girl who gives me three cheek kisses, calls me dear or baby and makes sure that i’ve been taken care of. today i happened to sit near where she stands and so [...]
this is a short question and answer between SARK and one of her readers:
Q. (Ekajati) Do you ever get tired of being worshipped and/or wish you could show your dark side more, minus “sparkles” and “rainbows?”
A. (SARK) Any “worship” that comes my way is a projection, and I don’t take it personally. I do [...]
for the past few days i’ve been noticing a certain escalating feeling in me. something unwelcoming and flavored with harshness. when i explain something to someone or ascert a boundary there’s the shrill edge of impatience in my voice and the thoughts that find expression are often contrary or conclusive opinions that are [...]
i’ve been in nairobi for most of the last 3 weeks.
the point of the trip was to pick up my camera that had been repaired and renew my visa. but really i was going because it felt like time to go. it started long enough ago that i don’t feel connected to the [...]
The path to the beach winds under a canopy
where a baobab as thick as 40 trees sleeps
it’s more ancient than any living thing i’ve ever been so close to
it always stops me. i try to remember
500 hundred years ago when this forest was a village
and did i live a swahili life there, it must have [...]
A woman on the matatu back to mtwapa holds one of my tires up against the tire hump and away from her legs. my grocery bags are in the front seat being held by the man who happens to be sitting there. my chair is upside down on my lap and with [...]
