Love Letters from Dadaab

Sorry to inform you (friends, readers, stalkers), but my potential love affair/romantic comedy with Kathy has come to an end. Kathy had to go back to Dadaab (Refugee camp in northern Kenya) on Sunday, and will be stationed there permanently.

However tru to form I am committed to entertaining you with some love letters from Dadaab since the day mi amore left….


Love letters from Dadaab, e-mail 1

Hi,

The weather here is very cool, what about there?

Hope you did not go for lunch with your book.*

*Long story short, she caught me with a book at one of the places to eat by work on my 2nd day …and told me not to embarrass her again by acting like a geek…ohh the sweet memories :-P

-K


Lover letters from Dadaab, e-mail 2

Hahaha no I did not go to lunch with my book :-P I was actually pretending to work and forgot about to lunch. But the weather here is cool too…on the verge of getting cold actually.

Hope you are enjoying your vacation in Dadaab, I hear its beautiful this time of year…scorpions, refugees, sand, living in tents….what more can you ask for.

Cheers!
-A


Love letters from Dadaab, e-mail 3

For real it’s awesome (insert sarcasm). Try and visit b4 the weather changes. No traffic (no cars), no cooking (no grocery store), no laundry (no washing machines); just walking in the L style (from tent, to cafeteria and office).

Also, the tents give u the Masaai Mara Safari Experience. (insert sarcasm)

About lunch; R u dieting or what? You are not fat, just a geek.

Regards

-K

Cowboys, Indians, and Kenyans

So over the weekend we went to celebrate a co-workers b-day at this place called “The Phoenician.” I was a bit confused as one co-worker told me it was a Lebanese restaurant…and then my guest house roomie said it was a sushi joint.

It was both. Only in Kenya would you get a Lebanese/Sushi combo.

So when we got to the place I noticed the guards at the Phoenician were holding some sort of stick. I figured a baton of some sort….upon closer inspection it was actually a bow an arrow. And no it was not a theme at the restaurant…it was actually a bow and arrow for security.

The guard noticing my very Mizoungou (white man) like attitude to the security details handed me the bow and arrow…it was real…the guard explained that his tribe was the best at the bow and arrow, and that our rickety land cruiser would be safe.

BTW both the Lebanese food and Sushi were off the HOOK!

So.....

……I figure that this would be the best way to keep people up to date on the random ish that happens every so often.

Please note my views on grammar and correct sentence structure are that they are purely tools designed by the devil. Period.

Onwards to the updates…

Day 1

I arrived at the guest house…my future home for the next 6 months.

Taxi guy and I took the two pieces of luggage and my carry on to the top floor of my apt. As I open the door…I hear laughing…wtf??

Kathy: You are such a girl!I saw you with all your luggage from the window…. look at all your luggage! I only took one piece to the refugee camp…hhahahah. Come here my new girlfriend let me show u to your room.

Me: uhmmm..hey my name is Aman.

Day 2

Obligatory introductions here we come.

My name is Aman..and I love you….or summin like that.

I am being taken around the office being introduced to everyone and anyone… from finance managers and logistics coordinators to cleaners and drivers. So after my introduction to the entire office…I am taken by Kathy’s desk..and mention to the HR coordinator that I already know her….and Kathy smiles back….looks up and down at me and laughs..a lil and starts…furiously writing something on a sticky pad (I think its an e-mail, or her office number)…as the HR coordinator starts walking away… Kathy hands me the tab…

Kathy’s tab:

ZIP UP YOUR FLY!!!!!!!!!!!

-K

Until next time peeps…