My twenty years already feel like eighty years a lot has changed
in such a short time.Each mile is like a million miles. I am very observant,
but more observant when it comes to food, fashion and relationships. But don’t
misquote me dear I don’t love eating as a hobby, neither do I love fashion as a
talent. However I love relationship as a status.
When I started my journey my mama din't cook me some of the
foods I have met along the way. She loved cooking us ‘mchicha’ ‘managu’ ‘mkunde’ ‘maharage’ ‘pure’ and ‘kichwa cha samaki’ where my brains came
from. I would eat ‘chapati’ once in a blue moon and all my neighbor kids would
know due to my floss in our estate.
Now everything has changed 'chapati' and 'biriani' are just like 'ugali' and 'pure'. I don't know whether it's a good or a bad thing but I know it's a new thing. Gone are the days I would crave for sphaghetti too everything has become so strange. But I somehow like the change but woe unto those who love the change...they are more unhealthy..
Talking too much of food will make me hungry and am still too far from my next stopping point. I said fashion too changed. But that requires more energy to explain how and why and when and where. I will sit down and clarify that too when I stop to take a snack.
Don't forget that relationships have changed too in the course of my journey. Also remember am too hungry to explain that too..Blame the change of food because 'ugali' would sustain me for long but these new 'pizza' and 'chicken' are not worth my entire story that I had in store.
Relaxing time over. Now I need to go on.. I hope to talk to you as soon as I stop. For now ciao..:-*
