Hello everyone. I used the word shalom as a greeting today as its a word used quite often by our clergy over here in Kenya. Was it inappropriate to use it? I'm just curious to know if I was wrong.
Shalom brothers and sisters. I'm a Kenyan university student doing a degree in Education. The past two months have been rather rough. I moved from where I stayed like a week ago and got into an unfinished building still under construction since it's a little cheaper. Thank God I'm not starving since cause a kind person got me some food like 3 weeks ago it's still pushing me through. I'm requesting if anyone is at a position to help me get more food I'll appreciate. I'm willing to share anything as prove if need be. Attached is my new room.
So early this week I moved out to a different place cause I was living a bit far away from school. However you do know how relocating can be stressful so please don't laugh at my setup. It's still under construction but I can manage with the construction disturbance.
Also attached is my first meal at this new place. I like how the sunlight floods my room and the air circulation is superb! Cheers to new beginnings and I wish you all a lovely and fantastic Friday! I'm eager to hear what you think about it.
I’m from Kenya and currently in campus, and I’m looking to make some genuine friends.
I’m pretty easygoing and can talk about almost anything, like random thoughts and music, maybe movies, books, life, or just whatever is happening in your day. I’m also into nature and I do a bit of art for fun.
I’m not necessarily looking for hundreds of people to chat with. I’d rather meet a few genuine people where the conversation doesn’t feel forced and we can actually get to know each other over time.
If you’re also looking for a friend, feel free to comment or DM me:)
So my gas went out yesterday and I was quite hungry so I did make a three stone cooking spot and made my rice and eggs.
INGREDIENTS
2 cups of rice
Boiled beans from the kibanda
1 onion, chopped
1 tomato, chopped
Dhania/coriander
Cooking oil
Salt
Water
STEPS
Fry the onions in a little oil until soft, then add tomatoes and cook until softened.
Add the boiled beans, salt and a little water. Simmer for 5–10 minutes.
Add about 2 cups of water and bring to a boil.
Add the rice, stir once, cover and cook on low heat until the rice is tender and the water is absorbed.
Add dhania, fluff the rice and serve.
A tray of eggs to last me the next two weeks!
Life is quite interesting!
EDIT: To those wondering if I was born before or after 9/11; I was born 11 days later on 22.
I'm in my final stretch before graduation. Lunch has always been mostly rice with legumes (minji, beans or ndengu) and I have managed to squeeze into the budget. It isn't pretty, but it's filling, gives me some protein, and keeps me going through studying and job applications. I keep telling myself this is temporary. Mom used to say, "Hope is a good thing if not the best of things." Probably a year from now I'll look back at this pictures from a much better place. Until then, this is what's for lunch today!
I guess we all want someone to talk to and be free with without being judged. Feel free to chat me or comment and I will reach out to you. I like learning about new cultures, art and I have some ebooks that I can share if you like reading like me. Also, I like music a lot. We can share playlists and listen together. Thanks for reading.
Excuse my phone camera though 🥲😂
How else to you play around this cube?
Street food always got my back! It's made with potatoes and it's a very common street bite.
My birthday is in September, and while preparing this dinner today, something hit me.
I'll be turning 25, and I've never had a birthday cake. Not once. I've never really celebrated my birthday at all.
Every year it's just another day. Most birthdays have ended with me drinking until I blacked out, and I never told anyone it was even my birthday.
Looking back, it's strange how something so ordinary for many people just never happened for me. No candles, no cake, no "happy birthday" song, just another day that came and went.
Anyway, tonight's dinner is rice, fried cabbage, and an egg. Maybe one day I'll finally know what my first birthday cake tastes like.
Evening walks are my favorite activity. There is always that drunk guy with darting, guilty eyes; and the old man with a torn mask. My agemate picking up his wife by the roadside in a black station wagon. Shopkeepers are pulling down their metal shutters after another long day. Children squeeze in the last few minutes of football before their mothers call them inside. Motorcycle taxis idle on the corner, their riders laughing over stories that have probably grown more unbelievable with each retelling. Somewhere a radio competes with a church choir in the distance, while the aroma of roasting maize drifts through the cool evening air. The same stray dogs patrol the same alleys as though they, too, have somewhere important to be. Everyone seems to be returning from something or heading toward something else, carrying invisible burdens that only they understand.
Ever had a piece of meat that resembles this?