It's been a few tight lipped days on my blog, so let's have a laugh shall we?
This weekend, the amazing Liquid Deep band was in town, and, my daughter and I were among the thousands of Nairobians (and Summer Bunnies) who turned up. It was full to the rafters, it just felt hot and musky, even though the weather wasn’t that warm; like someone dropped me right in the middle of buzzy market place somewhere in Nigeria. Ok, I digress, but you get the point? Thanks.
When Imani, my daughter asked “Mummy, what’s a summer bunny?” We had quite a laugh trying to explain it to her.
December is official Summer Bunny month, and my diaspora holiday started off at Sankara, a friend had pals come over for the holidays, and I went with her to have a night cap by the rooftop.
I sat next to a gentleman with rather big hair, “(we no longer wear our hair long, dear diaspora boys, especially if you’re over 19.) Let’s call him Alan. I’m not good at making friends, but I managed to start a conversation with Alan. I asked him about his stay here and where he was from. “I’m from Baltimore” he said with a heavy American accent. He has been away for 8 years. He loves the new roads; he only wishes public transport was functional. He continued “you know in Baltimore….” I threw up a little.
About a week later I went to K1 after work with Maggie, our beautiful make-up artist. It was a summer bunny assembly.
They have an accent; mostly it’s a mix of accents. A healthy mix of Kenyaneese and Americanese.
They wear shades at night. I’ll never get over that.
I’m in Nairobi on a windy night, it might even rain, but little Miss thing walks into K1 with boob tube and leggings, she is on a beach in Saint Pete, Florida. ( I googled that, I have never been to Florida) I’m just hating because she had such an amazing little waist.
LL Cool J aint that cool anymore, drop the cap, especially in the club. And don’t lick your lips.
Buy a belt, Lil Wayne can pass without one, you can’t, really. Sagging pants is so 2002.
They wish MacDonald’s was here and KFC doesn’t “gerrit” , I told him they import potatoes from Egypt.
They complain about the roads, traffic jams and customer care, that’s ok, but when they add “ If this was an American restaurant”….good night, I can only handle so much on one night!
Feel Free to share your own diaspora holidays in the comment box underneath!
and, dear diaspora Don’t hate me, I love you too much!
Bring me a gift from America next time? :-)