Don't count the days. Make the days count. Muhammad Ali.
Coming back to Kenya has been a bit of a shock. It's hard to
imagine two places more different than a quiet country house in Kent (where I
spent Christmas and New year with friends and family) and hectic Luthuli Avenue
in Nairobi (where I get my electrical materials).
The first day, as always was the worst. I arrived Monday
night and the honeymoon period for being back in Kenya was about as long as Zsa
Zsa Gabor's entire eighth marriage. By midday Tuesday I was asking myself what it is
I'm doing here again. It even brought up the whole question of why exactly it
is that we work? Money?
Self-fulfillment? Killing time? We do
seem to spend a lot of our lives just wishing time to pass.
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| Oh Matatus, how thou and thy driving have not been missed. But his particular matatu deserves a matutu of the week award for innovative naming and driving around in "floss mode" as indicated at the bottom! |
But today's Friday and I'm almost adjusted. Most workmen have returned, so I'm back in
the routine of checking their work and doing material runs to the same old
hardware stores. Most of the store owners know my by name by now,
unsurprisingly, so I do get warm welcomes.
During a meeting with my agent today*, while discussing the
timetable for getting this place finished and rented, he pointed out we have 21
days until works will stop as I have to leave, and the house should be ready to
rent. 21 days. That's a scary thought for me.
Time to stop counting and make those days count.
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* Not previously mentioned but doing something like this
requires house agent, accountant and lawyer as well as the architect, engineer
and contractors...
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