The best thing that happened on Valentines Day was my Uncle Pete returning to West Palm Beach after experiencing a terrible car accident in North Carolina that totalled his car. Beyond that, the day was vanilla. I went to Yaya shopping mall during the day and received a rose with a tag advertising 40% off of women's clothing and jewelry. After Yaya I researched jobs and bitched with two girlfriends about men. Very productive I swear. Later that night we went to go see the French film L'arnacœur or Heartbreaker and on the way to the mall we passed an electrical pole on fire. An hour before, massive winds brought the rain sideways and white water surrounded the city. We discussed with the taxi driver what to do but after we heard the lines popping, the executive decision was to get the hell out of the area.
The rainy season in Nairobi generally starts in March but last year's rain was inefficient for the crops and many people in the central region of Kenya are suffering from lack of harvest. As a result many pastoralists are driving their animals to the city where there is land to graze. According to a taxi driver that I had last week, senior MPs made a huge procession to the drought stricken area but arrived empty handed with an empty promise that cereals and maize would be shared.I am just becoming familiar with the tribal relations of Kenya but from what I've observed, the sharing of excess crops between two tribes to prevent hunger is extremely treacherous and therefore avoided. Let it rain.
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