See a white Kakoneni, at eight o'clock in the morning, it is rare but always gives a sense unexpected, again, imagine the surprise of the things that materialize in an unexpected moment. This is especially the children that you have happily on the edge of the track as for the passage of cyclists on the Tourmalet and are one with the orange powder, the shadow of the acacias and the smile of the sun. Grandfather
Kazungu instead knows that a Mzungu at that hour on a dirt road, fifty miles inland from Malindi on the way to the Tsavo National Park, where there is near a bus safari, may belong to two categories:
1. Tourists linger to urinate and forgotten by the driver of the minibus safari and not reported by passengers (in this case after more than an hour and a half will return to retrieve it) or
2. Tourists who ventured into the bush with his car and broke it left a few miles back, with his wife fat and sweaty to curb the streams with his shirt and the two friends arrived for the first time in Africa to dream on rear seats, the garden of their house in Pietra Ligure.
If not part of one of two types, then it can only be evaporated, which took advantage of a pass by adventurers in Land Cruiser or has just fallen from matatu fast-Kakoneni Malindi.
"Jambo, Mzee"
"Good morning, pale nephew" From
white shirt and face, it seems Land Cruise, rising to resume tomorrow.
It 's time to have tea with cinnamon, an African game of checkers and a sportsman from smoke slowly relaxed from the Olympics.
"What we have to visit this man?"
"Today is March 8, I came because it is International Women's Day and I would also like to Kakoneni was celebrated this anniversary"
"The party ...?"
"of ... mwanamke woman ...! Of your wives, daughters, nieces, of malaya "
"We missed this too ... my boy, Kenya is the country with the most holy days of the African continent and, I think even the world. Failing to adopt an official religion, we celebrate all the Christian feasts, those of Rome and those celebrated in Anglo-Saxon countries, such as Pentecost, the Pope not to do wrong but even the British Protestants who first we talked about faith. Then we respect the Islamic parties, God forbid ... the birth of the prophet Mohamed, the revelation and days of prayer in which many will head to Mecca. Of course we also feast on the day of commencement and the end of Ramadan. Then we have the historic anniversaries of our Nation: Independence Day, "Uhuru Day" to the constitution, "Jamhuri Day", the birthday of Jomo Kenyatta, the father of the country and also that of his successor, a little 'father, but always a little less' monarch, Arap Moi. Clearly, we align the world including on May 1, despite not having a great tradition of working ... you do not work the first year and last year was declared a national holiday the day of Saint Sylvester. Lately there are those who whisper that we are opening up to Buddhism and solemn days of the Celtic calendar ... and how to bypass Italian holidays in Malindi? If it were not for your fellow citizens on April 25 were still in Somalia, more that beaches, safaris and tropical cocktails! "The wisdom and irony
Kazungu Grandpa always left him speechless evaporated, moreover knew that only someone like him would face the interior malindino and stayed one night in a mud hut among snakes and scorpions. It was a unique example: more than forty seasons alongside whites of every race and culture, learning to observe thousands of transition, had submitted as a computer billions of information and stimuli, the time, slow the flow of things and clarity of thought had developed the whole, sublime with the philosophy of African life.
"But this is not a festival calendar, even in Italy ... is a way to celebrate the good fortune of having the female gender on our side "Kazungu
Grandpa looked askance at the evaporated and vigorously shook his shorts found on the sides.
"A celebration to thank Heaven for the reproduction of the species, you say?"
The shock evaporated in the manner of a banana tree, the thick hair on his head.
"We're going to discuss it at the Safari Bar"
Kamongo Lawrence was loading his pick-up in heaven. On
body there were already seven people, a small generator to take to repair, a toolbox, two empty boxes of Tusker, the spare wheel of a truck, a bicycle and a bottle gas. In place of the driver side, recessed and smiling, the electrician Makotsi.
"You go away," she said, ordering a coffee kenya.
"When you come back? It is to organize the Women's Day at sunset "
" I'll be back around ... THE PARTY THAT '? "
" of women ... is March 8! Around the world celebrates the woman "
" We celebrate every day woman, you do not need a special day "
" Even Jesus is celebrated every Sunday, but there are special occasions, the most important week, "said Kazungu grandfather, who had decided to take the side of his Italian, imagining that he would be in the minority soon.
feel directly involved, the priest stretched his voice.
"We want to equate Jesus and ..."
"The Lady from which it was born? Why not! "I anticipated it evaporated.
"The Lady was a special woman, committed no sin ... this is why we worship," snapped the priest "not to forget that Eva is having committed the original sin."
"The shame that our women have done was to get married ..." sneered Kazungu.
"Had they been able to decide ..." jumped on the operator of the bar, Kibonge.
"What sin have committed my first wife, sold by her father for seven goats and a plantation of tomatoes?" Said Makotsi echoing from inside the pickup.
"What not to miss Matsangoni" drink a young man behind the voice generator.
"And I, I break your back for ten years for carrying water from the well and take care of my four little children? - Asked in a shrill tone of the guests of the box, moving the bike so that you could see in his face - I am a sinner, maybe? "
The priest was repulsed in the most respectful silence, Kamongo continued.
"And what This is International Women's Day? "
" Should it happen that one day she can do what during the rest of the year ... it is forbidden to the March 8 decides she is the star! "s'infervorò it evaporated.
"That is now our women should get drunk, get to cook the goat, forcing the man to have sex ..."
"For example, tonight the Safari Bar is available to them and do not see the game, but the program that decides them ... "
" But there's West Ham-Portsmouth ... "he tried Kibonge.
"Do you realize what women have always for us? - Then said Kazungu - work hard, your children, keep the villages clean, wash clothes, procure firewood and pounding corn, harvesting the spinach, they go to fetch water ... "
" But it's normal, we We are working in or around the city and earn money to maintain them ... "said Kamongo.
"And you turn the situation around? Tell your wife remaining service to the village to do what she does? "
" It is not possible - Makotsi rang, I learn the car door - the man can not breastfeed their children should be raised by her mother, so she must stay in the village "
" Here find an excuse ... "murmured the evaporated.
"On this I can not blame them ..." grandfather Kazungu confirmed.
"I understand! - Kibebe said, the village idiot sbroffante waking from sleep in the game - today we celebrate the woman's boobs! "
That evening, for March 8, the village men cooked potatoes and Kid charcoal for their wives , sang folk songs to which women's voices joined in, dragging in tribal dances. Some of them also felt a drop of Mnazi, getting drunk once. Almost all made love with their husbands and who had two or three wives was a busy evening. Grandfather
Kazungu estimated that the first of December, the population of Kakoneni would increase by 90 percent. The evaporated
did not know whether to be happy for the women of Kakoneni or be convinced that he had an idea of \u200b\u200bthe cabbage.
But above all, at nine o'clock the party was already over and, much to the joy of Kibonge, men Tusker Malt uncorked at the Safari Bar, looking at West Ham and Portsmouth each time by a special toast.
"Long Live the March 8! Long live our women! "
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