Mar 21, 2016

Poetic Nairobi




Loads of churches and church related schools and unis
Loads of armed security men at every entrance 
Roads are like a motor-museum, as entertaining as polluting: Classic english models from the fifties to modern art graffitied glow in the dark busses 




Red earth and scattered clouds contrasting the the blue on top there 
Down here trees stand relaxed, secure of themselves , this is THEIR place
Massive woman heeling up and down, their femininity dressed up in as many colours as possible
And how do walking men keep their shoes shiny and their suits clean will forever remain a mystery




Kindness
Surprise
Sadness
Distrust 
Are some of the feelings their eyes show, from the littlest ones to the most senior ones 
Attentive and happy is what they are despite all 
Proud is how they stand 




Africa is Africa and you can feel it in its beat , a rhythm of its own 
Elephants inside the supermarket , giraffes directing traffic from atop the roundabout and the feeling that all those things that would be oh so inconvenient at home, are what give this place an air of romance, a sight of when in Africa ... 




Feb 21, 2015

ITS SUNDAY MORNING


   
FUCK STYLE
Stylish as we think they are, Romans have a fétiche with the tracksuits, I guarantee you. I used to think that they wore them for flights scarifying style in name of comfort, since they are confined to (or in?) a tin tube and no one can see them. But spending a Sunday morning (and a few more days) wandering around the cafés and parks and streets of the roman hoods, I scientifically proved that they just adore them! Fuck style: Wear tracksuits! Yells Rome, to my horror, in my face, this not too chilly February Sunday morning.
Ding dong go the bells, men run or ride, families and older couples pop in and out cafés for espressos and walks. And everyone seems to have a dog. And dogs seem to be frisky and friendly with each other and any other thing they can rub themselves on. People say dogs are like their owners. Maybe they get a kick from the ding dongs... Who knows?