Time is disappearing between my fingers. That’s what happens when you live on “Africa time”. Africa time is more than just an abstract concept; it is a way of life, a rule to live by, a mantra to repeat and internalise. The choice is simple: accept the fact that time is meaningless, or lose your sanity. I have noticed, already on my first day here, that nothing here happens on time. Now I know why. Nothing happens on time because time does not exist here. Time is merely a remote idea
Saturday, 16 September 2006
Saturday, 26 August 2006
First Arrival in Nairobi
I have now been in Kenya for about a week and just as I foresaw, not much of what I’m experiencing here could have been foreseen. I am staying with Catherine’s parents, Karen and Simon, who have a beautiful house in Nairobi and are giving me all the help I need and more. The staff in the house is wonderful, and there is always a helping and guiding hand around.
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