A good day becomes evident in the
morning...so the Swahili proverb goes.
It was ice cold but the sun was
shining. That means much to folks living in the Northern Hemisphere. I had rushed to the bakery to get fresh bread.
Now hold on. In East Africa eating bread is not that preferred as Maandazi, Vitumbua
or Sambusa.
Maandazi - pic from Taste of Tanzania
Bread is the queen of light
meals and breakfast in places like London.
I had just purchased a fresh loaf-
still hot and soft and smelt so tantalizing that I needed all will power to stop, slit a chunk
and well...eating while rushing is not healthy, they say. Speaking of health, I
had to pop into a pharmacy to buy something. This needed further will power
because there was a queue. Next pharmacy was a further ten minute walk. So I
decided to join the line. Gave my order, paid, bingo; told to wait.
“How long is it going to take?”
The sales clerk gave me a certain
disapproving
“Only joking, sorry.” I quickly said. The annoying
and menacing queue spoke volumes.
