Today was a holiday (Madaraka Day) so I didn’t have to work. I spent the morning and the better part of the afternoon listening to loud music, cooking fried rice, and making notes for my class tomorrow. By the time I walked to the market it was almost 4:00 PM. There’s a funny phenomenon that happens in the developing world that you don’t really see in the United States: crazy people walk around town. I guess some homeless people are pretty crazy, but I’ve never seen it as bad in California as it is here. There are a few wazimu (“crazy person?”) in particular who I see often.
One of them really put on a show today. As I entered Tala’s market I saw he had placed a large stone and some trash on the road, and was running around with a stick. He didn’t have a shirt on, but had cut a hole in some large black trash bag or something, and was wearing that instead. Of course when he saw me he ran at me. I say “of course” because it seems like the crazies and the drunks are always excited in their own way when they see me. A few minutes later I was sitting at a shop talking to some dudes and the crazy guy came back. This time he ran into the shop next door and stole a cardboard box. The lady in the shop was yelling, the crazy guy was yelling, and pretty soon he ran out and threw the box. We all laughed and talked about how crazy he was, if he was really crazy, etc. Haha!
About an hour later I was walking home and who do I see? The crazy guy (wearing a shirt now)! There’s a stretch of road about 1.5km from Tala’s market to the college, so I was a bit worried he was going to follow me home. He was walking in the middle of the road and one of his hands was full of sand. He was taunting cars and people, and dancing in the traffic. After he had thrown sand at a few cars he found a spare tire and began running and rolling it down the street. He soon tired of that and picked up a big rock and started taunting cars, cows, people, etc again. One car even swerved off the road! It was actually quite alarming…
I took these pictures with my phone, but they’re not very good because 1. it’s a phone and 2. I didn’t want the crazy guy to see me taking pictures. My goodness, can you imagine how that would have panned out? You can’t run, because he runs faster than you! And he’s barefoot!
Tumezoea (“we’re used to it”)! Sometimes I see him running down the road with a joint (you can smell the weed) in his hand… crazy.