This past weekend I had work in Kisumu and ended up in the village to count my chicken and wash their feet. I am happy to report the chicken looked happy, healthy and now have clean feet after all the work I did.
The last one week has seen a crackdown on private taxis (public transport) requiring them to meet some basic safety and institutional standards which in effect has meant that there are few matatus on the roads. This combined with high fuel prices following a recent imposition of a 8% tax on fuel has seen fares in my village go up 50%. Where formerly we paid about 3.35 sh per kilometre, the transport authority approved a 5 sh per kilometre rate. I see a situation where we will go back to walking or using donkeys for long distance travel.
In other news, there was this young woman whom we shared with a seat this afternoon and she had very interesting stories. First she belongs to Legio Maria church and was dressed in the recommended church wear of yellow, from head to toe. But this is not the interesting part. She told me the spirit, do give her a screen of what others were saying about her, on demand. I was not in the mood to question her beliefs so I let a great opportunity pass and besides I was tired.
Of all my trips to Mogadishu, this was the least eventful. There were dancers like those who received me in Garowe, no running across the terminal like the last time I was there.
That said, however, I took a picture in a restricted street. The guard saw and almost ate me and my phone whole. We, that is, I and my colleagues from Somalia were able to convince him there was no ill intent. We deleted the one picture and I was left to go on with my business. Mental note: no taking photos left and right.
There was an explosion near my hotel. No, I wasn’t hurt.
I thought of letting the images speak for themselves, then I thought that would be an injustice.