I got confirmed to me, tonight, that I had been to that specific mall in Nairobi where the terrorist attacked. I just was not sure of the name of the mall until I checked with a friend. I bought some Swahili books there and had a good lunch and a cappuccino. It was a nice mall, as far as malls go. I got to see and talk to many people from very different cultures. I went to the Nairobi museum that day and saw our ancestors bones, some of which were over a million years old. They lived way before the struggle for oil or religious hate. These days, not very far from the cradle of humanity, in the Rift Valley, people are acting worst than animals killing for some idea of culture or religion or ownership of the black liquid gold found in the ground. Hmmm strange world. I understand why some foreign movie makers like to blend beauty, wonder and love with blood.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 06:44:01 +0000
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