I read the above words on the beach in the morning and decided to go for a beach walk. It was after breakfast around 10 am. Since I didn’t find sun cream, I have bought a hydrating cream from the supermarket. I creamed my skin and thought: there are two possibilities; one is that this cream will protect my skin if it prevents the sun rays. The other possibility, it might contain some oil that will absorb more heat and make my skin worse. My bet was the first theory.
During the walk, I was approached by numerous locals who want to sell me “anything”. Coconuts, souvenirs, safaris, water sports. “aaaahh.. brotherrr from another motherrrr, where are you frrrrom?” I enjoyed the small talk and the jokes. Some of them talked only till they found out that I am not a good client. One guy just rotated around his axis and walked away in the middle of the conversation. Bakari, though, said he would walk with me and just chat anyway. He told me he gets to know tourists and makes friendships with the regular ones. He is told me about his devout friend Rashid, a Moroccan in France who sells drugs and Heroin there and comes twice a year for holidays in Diani. I found that entertaining. He told me how he cares about sending his children to Madrasa, a school for learning religion. At some point, under the mighty African sun, I started to feel the burrrn. He also noticed it and said “brother, you need aloe vera”. He ran in one direction and brought aloe vera leaves and cut them open where a moist gel was inside. I wiped my skin with it. I realized that my theory about the hydrating cream was wrong and that I am starting to cook like a properly marinated and seasoned chicken, well or a lion, hehe. I commissioned Bakari to make me a bottle of aloe vera while I get some money to support him and his family. He got many leaves and sat on the beach extracting the aloe vera into an old miserable-looking bottle. I found it a pleasant coincidence to see the spiky aloe vera leaves, from which we were extracting medicine. Just like the quote above. We agreed, he would take me on a tour of his village and I would like to check the local mosque in the village.
Around 3 pm, we walked to the village for around 15 minutes. I think this has accounted for more of my cooking time, which I realized later in the evening. We walked through some fields until the humble houses started to appear. This reminded me of the Kibera, the slums, except that the houses were dispersed and seemed to be spacey. No electricity or water infrastructure, though. The families there, which were mainly the women and the children, were lying on the ground outside getting their siestas. Some houses were made of metal and some were made of mud. The mosque was built out of concrete and had some water infrastructure, which was not working because the pump needs electricity, and they don’t have electricity in the village! I asked Bakari to take me back to the beach. He wanted to take me to his house, but I have seen enough. Already now, every time I meet someone here, I wonder if they live in slums. I wanted to go back to my luxury and to aloe vera.
For the evening, I joined Keisha and Hasani for dinner and a bit of music. However, the party was kind of ruined since we got the news that one member of the previous party a few days ago tested COVID-positive. Shit! I went back to the hotel. There, there was a game room with table tennis and billiards. I found a girl who works there, playing against some smart-looking African young guys. I came to know that they were from Rwanda. It was a pleasant time before I retreat to the bed.
The next day I was mostly indoors. I kind of wanted to isolate myself in case of COVID, I wanted to avoid the sun, and I was doing some remote working for my research. I now understand the feeling of home-office, which is not necessarily a bad thing if you can also be doing it on the beach somewhere else in the world.
Diani was some little paradise and I loved my time here. But now I was saturated with the sun, the ocean, and the sand. I decided it is time to leave the coast side and booked a flight for tomorrow to Nairobi.