Ololoynio
Last night coming home from job #2 on the Nanaimo bus I saw the ghost of an old friend. Or at least I was reminded of him. Did you know that 7-11 is now selling Kenyan coffee? I can just imagine the prices the Kenyan coffee farmers are getting paid for their increased exposure in the North America's most famous piggly wiggly.My friend's name is Ololoynio. He's Maasai from the Maasai Mara, Kenya's Serengheti. I haven't thought about him for a while. Tall and thin as a rail, he's probably married now, actually he's probably on wife #2. He used to work in this back packers camp in the Maasai Mara and is one of the kindest people I've ever met. I'll upload a photo sometime in the future. We spent a lot of time together over my 3 day visit to the park. He took me to his village to meet his mom and inifinite siblings and their numerous wives. I drank 'Sausage beer' and met a baby that had never seen a white person. The poor child was fuckin terrified at the sight of this big boned, red hair mzungu in his grama's house. I feel really guilty that I've only thought about him until now, because every day I could if I wanted to because the bracelet he gave me (also my fave piece of jewellery) sits in my room.
posted by Miranda @ Sunday, September 04, 2005
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