I saw this when I was walking around Ngong Road today:
Ummm… lost in translation, perhaps? Or did I stumble upon some strange, seedy underbelly of Nairobi?
Lost in Translation?
Nairobi
“Tasty as Free Range” Eggs
I bought some eggs at the grocery store the other day. I’m sure I must have bought these particular ones because I saw the words “Free Range” on the box. A few days later went to scramble some eggs and I noticed what the box actually said…
While taste is one of the reasons that some people prefer free-range produce, it’s not exactly the driving force. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the reason people buy free-range produce is because they believe that there’s some benefit in having animals live a free, full, natural life before they’re killed for our food.
KANJEKAKUWA G. SERVICES, you fail. I will not be buying your fake free-range eggs again!
Nairobi’s Favorite Car
A few months ago we bought a car, a pink Toyota Vitz. It’s not pretty, but the price was right and it gets the job done. Cassandra mostly uses it to get to and from work, but it’s really convenient for things like grocery shopping, dinner in the evening, etc, or simply when matatus or taxis are a pain wherever it is you’re going.
Ironically, I had never heard of a Vitz until well after I moved to Nairobi (apparently they’re called “Yaris” in the US), but now I see them everywhere. A buddy of mine even quipped, “It’s Nairobi’s favorite car,” most undoubtedly because of its price, small form factor, and the way it sips gas (as opposed to gulping, of course).
Anyways, living in Nairobi these past two years has been a wildly different experience than living in Tala. Unfortunately I never had the experience of driving around in Tala’s favorite car — just lots of run ins snakes, scorpions, and satanic goats. ;)