>> I was chatting with a street kid in the Eastlands area of Nairobi when he asked me for money. He had asked me the day before, and I had bought him lunch. But on this day, I told him that I had no money. He took away the bottle of glue he was holding in his mouth and looked at me for a moment. Then he gave me 40 shillings, shouted "Jah Rastafari," and walked off. <<
National Geographic‘s author Binyavanga Wainaina on his best Nairobi experience.
And he continues: >> In order to negotiate our complex lives, Nairobi people have learned to have dual personalities. We move from one language to another, from one identity to another, navigating different worlds, some of which never meet. << Ich finde dieser Satz hat etwas.
Now, where’s tearoom? :-)