because you never forget that funny smell

A chance encounter……..

Wow! July is upon us already and whilst I welcome a new month with the thrill and excitement that comes with knowing Chriso can’t be too far away, there is a sad weight upon my heart. You see I failed to put in my June posting. A post that I’m sure would have been a masterpiece – the mother of all posts. Due to bad weather, overwork, facebook and one excuse after another, I kept putting it off for tomorrow and now, alas, it will never see the light of day.

Every cloud has a silver lining and on the very first day of July I got an urgent call to pick up a passenger from a fashionable part of the city. Work is a bit thin on the ground at this time of the year so I dashed to the location in my 2004 Tuk which my enemies call Rusty. I had been informed that the passenger would be waiting at the front of the office.

Would you like a description? I bet you would. She was the most gracious and elegant person that I had ever met. Calm, sweet and soft spoken. She carried herself like nobility. Was she an angel? I could barely hide my sense of wonder as I asked the beautiful passenger for her destination.

“Take me to the Lemon Tree please, be as quick as you can and I will pay you handsomely.” She said, in her smooth agreeable voice.

image from travelpod.co.uk
As we sped along the highway in the busy day-time traffic I stole glances of her in my mirror. One moment she was sitting looking out of the window and the next she had taken out a notebook and was writing stuff into it. We arrived at her destination where she paid the fare, got out of the taxi, bid me good day and walked quickly into the building. She had tipped me quite well. I picked up a page of classy note-paper that she had left behind on the rear seat. It smelled of sweet perfume. I read the neat, posh writing:



Thank and link back to the person who posted you the award.

Share seven things about yourself

Spread the Love and honour

Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

It was at that very moment that it it dawned on me that my passenger was none other than the funniest blogger.


Seven Things:

I like the number seven.

    There are few things in life that I fear more than the mosquito. Mankind has brought about the extinction of so many species and still we have mosquitoes. We need to try harder.

I never lend stuff to people. It is not that I am mean – if I can spare it I will give it – but I stopped lending long ago.

I find that there is never enough time to complete the job at hand so I never undertake difficult tasks.

I am proud of the fact that I am consistently able to wake up before lunch-time.

I love wool; The look, the feel and the smell of it, especially when wet.

I am a habitual gambler.


Was that seven or eight? Never mind. Right now I am pointing at Mama Shujaa, Raunau, and OtienoHongo

and hoping.

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  1. we share one thing in common, we wake up consistently before lunch time.

  2. Too right Pitzevans, I find that the cool early morning air does not agree with my chest..

  3. the cool morning air does not agree with any part of me! Interesting read…

  4. The cool morning air doesn’t agree with your chest! Lol

  5. A late riser who operates at optimum capacity once the day has settled into a proper rythm. I much prefer sunset to sunrise…….

  6. That pic looks like a tuk tuk in Kisumu…I could swear I know the place! So am I supposed to write 7 things about me? I will be blessed if I can even think of 3!

  7. Definitely in Kisumu. A lovely scene.

  8. I can’t believe I’m the last to see this. 🙁
    So sweet
    🙂 🙂 🙂

  9. I’m such an early riser and sometimes I find myself cursing for that. When everyone is deep asleep… before lunch…. I’ll be the one who is up and about making brunch for them and looking for stuff to read.

  10. I’ve heard that early risers are usually tucked up in bed by 9pm. When do you get to write those great posts?

    The palm trees remind me just how long it has been since I had a holiday. Nice of you to visit.

  11. I get tucked in by 11pm mostly. You don’t know what it feels like to wake up at 6am especially Saturdays/Sundays when I don’t work. Bleugh.

    Why thank you! My articles are mostly spur of the moment. Others I dream up on the treadmill to prevent death by boredom.

    Take a holiday. You’re welcome sana.

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