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.
If you’re the last person in the photo, who held the camera, or were you travelling with a partner?
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that’s me pulling everyone’s leg. i am not in the photo because I was the last person in the q
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Hahahaha…..that’s why I wondered.
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Ha ha ha
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Lovely photos, Mak! Glad you got on that flight; youโre right though – itโs an awful feeling to be โleft behindโ. ๐
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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.
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Tish, this is a compliment I want to frame so I can show my grandchildren. Thank you very much my friend.
Nairobi is becoming warmer, for the moment, at least
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Not only good writing but also VERY funny ๐
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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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Hahahaha. John, this is sad. But you must have had the best views through Nepal
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Sadly, no.
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There are no views or you were the driver?
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East to west, and foothills are foothills the world over… Plus most of it was through the night.
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The photos are a story in themselves including the hopeful building art and the hopeless impact of war. Wishing you well.
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Thank you Paulette.
They tell so many stories. Of resilience. Of desire to rebuild, to start a new. To live.
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Excellent photos, my friend.
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Thanks Jeff.
It’s my way of saying I am back๐
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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!
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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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Man, there is nothing as great as being met by a choir, even if it is just in your head.
I doubt it has anything to do with the deposed Egyptian strongman
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