|Photo credit: www.nation.co.ke|
|Colin took this pic on Monday. It's hard to tell, but this is the heart of downtown and normally teaming with all manner of traffic.|
So, now we're in a long holding period. So far, Kenyatta has been holding a strong lead and over 50% of the vote - something none of the pre-election polls predicted. This is pretty bad news for the solidly Raila city of Kisumu. Though there are still many ballots to be counted.
The sentiment here is that if Raila loses, that in and of itself means there was some vote rigging - this is how strongly people I talk to believe he should win. Still, they all insist that protests will be peaceful, and they'd work through the newly created independent courts to solve problems.
But back to me.... This election week has meant that Colin's office is closed, Caleb's school is closed, my part-time work has stopped and our house help is back in Busia, where it's safer. (Lots of non-Luos left Kisumu this week to go back to their tribal homelands. Just in case.)
We've been hunkered down and all getting a bit of cabin fever. Caleb cries at least once a day that he misses his friends, and I'm not far behind him with similar sentiments. Colin's work has not slowed down, so I'm balancing the kids and the housework - something I'm not so much in the habit of doing.
|OK. It's not all bad. Sometimes this cuteness happens.|
Coming from Busia where there was one type of cheese - if we were lucky - and apples were an exotic treat, Kisumu has a lot of culinary variety and choice on offer. But if you have a hankering for a quintessential American treat, you'll have to improvise with some substitutions.
Here's what passes for marshmallows:
|I'm not sure what a "cha" is, but, then again, marshmallows even in their pure form are pretty mysterious. Still, these are pink and I don't like the way that guy on the package is lookin' at me.|
And here's what passes for Rice Krispies.
|I like how the giant spoon REALLY lets you get a gander at the cereal. And how Proctor-Allan have just skirted around the intellectual property liabilities.|
This is what I got:
Some suspicious chemical reaction made the mallows all stringy and stiff and left a hard spackle residue on my pot, which just might destroy it.
But borrowing a play from my mother - who once inadvertently set our grilled chicken on fire, hosed it down with a garden hose and then served it to us for dinner because... "it's still good chicken," - I let this disaster harden, cut it into squares and then gave it to my delighted family. Caleb has never had the real thing, and we made a game of picking out the tiny rocks that Proctor-Allan sneak into their cereal, so he thought it was the best thing since sliced jellow (NOT a typo). Colin, the least picky eater you'll ever meet, told me it wasn't half bad.
Anyway, it's taken our minds of the election for 2 minutes. We'll keep you posted...