- How to read more books this year. I am definitely taking it to heart by reducing my junk TV viewing and making sure I always have a book as I go about various chores.
- A reading list on Kenya in case you are interested.
- If a story moves you, act on it!
- This article on insecurity made me stop and think. Really hard!
- Somali nicknames are hilarious 🙂
- So many white tears in this article. I see that they have only a given demographic of foreign spouses married to South Africans.
- Also, this IS cultural expropriation.
- More on how couples deal with finances.
- I didn’t know there were Nigerian Jews in Johannesburg. Today’s fact!!
- What does it mean to be a boy or girl? National Geographic asks 9/10 year old kids.
- Stealing from one of the comments, “This is by far the best article I’ve read regarding LBGT and the gospel.”
- Chocolate cake and another vegetarian pasta recipe.
Posted in books, Heart matters, home, life, marriage
Tagged Books reading, Christianity, culture, faith, foreigners, growing up., homosexuality, Kenya, marriage, money, names, Nigeria, pasta recipe, race, recipes, selfesteem, Somali
Following from Fridays post and this one two years back I would like to extend the list by a few things that say home to me and that don’t feel the same here
- Kenya has a huge tea culture. Even when families have a big do and people have been drinkin’ when tea time (4-5pm) rolls in, people – old and young, male and female, will all take a break and have a cuppa. Not so much in SA. How many times have I hosted people, offered tea and heard, ” well, we are drinkin’ so maybe not.”
- Also, just the fact we prefer tea to coffee. Despite growing and exporting both.
- Also, just the fact that it took me years to find a local brand of tea bags that was brewed as strong as the one I loved at home. Hello Five Roses African Blend which is perfectly strong and is sourced from Eastern Africa teas.
- Taxis that do not have a fare collector or someone that calls out the route. Meaning that the person that seats up front, next to the driver, has to take the fare and give back any change. Nerve wracking when I used to take a taxi where the fare was R11.50 per person and you had to quickly decide how much was due for all the 15 taxi passengers. Fast. It also never ceased to amuse me how the driver would be so uninterested i.e. if you needed him to give you two fifty cents for R1, he would look ahead and say he has no change! So what must happen?
- In addition, you have to learn all the different taxi signs to be able to signal correctly to the driver.
- All this, against the fact that I do not speak any Zulu, which is standard taxi language for Johannesburg. NERVE WRACKING!
- Also, I find that I still compare the price of taxi (matatu) fare in Kenya v SA. Very expensive in South Africa.
- Standard rice in South Africa is fat and Basmati is quite expensive. I will just leave that here because in Kenya we have different quality of Basmati rice for all!
- One ply tissue? One ply tissue? WHY? What does it do. I find that I totally judge any establishment that has one ply because ONE PLY TISSUE IS INEFFECTIVE!
- Fast food and eating out is much cheaper in South Africa than in Kenya. Although, the food in Kenya is naturally organic whereas it is highly processed in SA. On this, I would rather be in Kenya.
- Being asked all of the time (still) what my name means. Urrggh! Almost universal fact is that all South African names have a meaning and it is expected that similarly African names on the continent will be the same. Which for the most part is true. I just happen to be that minority with a name similar to a local name that has a meaning, but mine doesn’t. It would take a separate post to explain all the inappropriate places where I have been asked what my name means – just off the top of my head, calling for official purposes to speak to an individual and having to leave a message with the receptionist who will keep me on the phone longer to ask what my name means and whether I have heard of the local equivalent. Urgggh just urgggh!
- I miss the fruits in Nairobi that taste great all the time!! Not so much here where it’s a lottery of what you might get.
- Talk radio. Bye Bye all the morning drive filth in Nairobi. Just good bye and good riddance!
- How the country bleeds or shines when the Boks, Proteas and Bafana Bafana play. I don’t get it. I am most likely to be the person shopping because people are at home or at Sports bars and I can finally pack by the entrance to the shopping centre.
- South Africans have labour rights and a social security system that actually works. It still surprises me!
- The state of education. I argue all the time with people I know that it is unacceptable and that in Kenya poor people work hard and get the best quality of education that they can possibly get for their kids and the pass mark is much much higher than here. It saddens me that in Public primary schools, the kids get like half an hour of homework, Monday to Wednesday and maybe on Thursday and this stops almost a month to the final exams! Yes, I know there are private schools but there you get what you pay for – as it to be expected!
- Beach fronts in Cape Town and Durban are easily accessible to the public. You can park your car and walk to the beach and not to have to walk through a dingy path or pretend that you had gone for drinks at a hotel. Nah! None of that, you just walk across and sit beach side 🙂
- Expiring data??? Not sure if this applies in Kenya but where does expired data go? Does it slow down or what happens? I do not understand why data has an expiry date.
- Also just Kenya rocks for the fact that Wireless is widespread and the net speed is much faster.
- Our lackluster presidents. UK and JZ belong together and both sadden me!
If you have been to or lived in either country, please let me know your thoughts? If you have only ever lived in the one country, what makes it home for you?
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Tagged about me, Cape Town, coffee, commuting, Durban, eating out, education, home, Jacob Zuma, Kenya, names, South Africa, taxis, tea, Uhuru Kenyatta
Enjoy your afternoon of Sunday reads!
- What’s in a name?
- I hear you, but I still struggle with this
- There is always that one question that seems to be doing the rounds in interviews. Here is the latest one
- Yes these are stupid outbursts but what happens to their lives afterwards?
- I can only pray for these people. May God judge them ever so severely!
- Because I love Obama
- Cooking with wine? Here are a few tips
- Oh my heart, such a cool dude. Please have a listen
- I might very well love to drink tea, as much as I love reading about it!
Posted in Heart matters, life, madness, working
Tagged cooking, economics, Heart matters, jobs, life, madness, names, Obama, tea, women, working
Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?
I am named after my dad’s sister-in-law because at the time of my birth, she had been particularly helpful to my grandmother. Aside: In Africa, grandparents are typically called upon to name their grandchildren on behalf of their children. So being named after this lady is truly a testament to the relationship between her and her mother-in-law.
Although my father does not have the exact meaning of my name, over time, he has come to say that it refers to a woman who talks a lot as at the root of it, is something along the lines of “talk a lot”. Hence, I am a woman who talks a lot and anyone that knows me will certainly attest to it and I certainly became my name.
Given the choice, I probably would not name anyone after me because what I particularly like about my name is the fact that it’s unique and another person known to me will change that. (PS: My aunt and I live in separate countries so it still works).