from Kismayo

with love

Last time when I was in Garowe, Puntland, I was met by a choir. In Kismayo, they didn’t even know I was coming. There was no one waiting for me. There were no dancers. It was like a normal day to them. I was so disappointed. But, I go ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

I wish it had a different beginning, but they are all the same. Have you woken up, dressed, rushed out of the house arrived at the check in counter three hours before departure and are told, no sir, the aircraft is fully booked, come tomorrow? I had to go through several emotions from shock all the way to disbelief. You see, there was no way I was going back to my house. I had told everyone their byes till we see each other again. I wasn’t going to buy the nonsense of an overbooked flight, no, not that morning. To cut the short story long, I called the agent and told him I must be in a flight to Mogadishu. I went and that’s why I am telling you this story.

There is the interesting story of me running across the terminal at Aden Abdulle Airport, but this is story for another day. Or the man who started snoring before he could finish eating the light breakfast served in the plane or how close we were to being shot.

I know there are some here who have not see the mouth of a river.

Sunset from 18000ft above sea level

i am the last person in this pic

welcome to Kismayo. a beautiful place, once you leave the airport

busy construction site

this looked like a WC but I don’t get the many valves

this cocktail was the life

if you move closer to the screen, you will see boys playing soccer by the beach

busy street

there’s a lot of paintings on buildings

effects of war

About makagutu

As Onyango Makagutu I am Kenyan, as far as I am a man, I am a citizen of the world

20 thoughts on “from Kismayo

  1. If you’re the last person in the photo, who held the camera, or were you travelling with a partner?

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  2. Carmen says:

    Lovely photos, Mak! Glad you got on that flight; you’re right though – it’s an awful feeling to be ‘left behind’. 🙂


  3. Tish Farrell says:

    Some first class writing, Mak, and thank you for the intro to Kismayo. Greetings from tropical Shropshire. Hope the cold has abated in Nbi. The last we spoke you said you wanted to wear a blanket.


  4. john zande says:

    In Pokhara I was told the plane wasn’t just cancelled on that day, but “probably” for the week… which lead to a mad 20hr drive across Nepal in a 1970’s Datsun.

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  5. The photos are a story in themselves including the hopeful building art and the hopeless impact of war. Wishing you well.


  6. Excellent photos, my friend.


  7. renudepride says:

    I was wondering about your long silence. Great photos, my Kenyan brother. But then again, you always have terrific pictures. I always manage to chop the legs and heads off my subjects, no matter how careful I try to be! Naked hugs!


  8. Wow, sounds like an eventful trip! I have never been greeted by a choir, nor have I ever been greeted by nothing. Usually, I am greeted with insults – lol! BTW, what was that “Mubarak” sign about? Was it in reference to the former Egyptian leader?


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