tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1296784678889393772024-02-19T08:36:14.080+02:00Mangotree MusingsMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-30571214833350662572011-02-05T15:43:00.000+02:002011-02-05T15:43:10.160+02:00Toodle-LooI could tell you my adventures, beginning from this morning... but its no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.<br />
~ <i>Alice in Wonderland</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ hibiscus</div>Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-38862349733749763342011-02-04T09:18:00.001+02:002011-02-04T09:19:41.581+02:00"If I know a song of Africa...does Africa know a song of me?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjji5W9VjS2w1CEABXybsYqvMVNNCzmLeqtX7PD0focso91eFWOgE8fygv-hge6QwC0uyBX22c3RDlFYk2Pxv7cDVsj29S7flEzriNqEgz6FhJhdlDoP0EjERJfwsmLSqTI25IPwHLfb_g/s1600/Best_jump%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjji5W9VjS2w1CEABXybsYqvMVNNCzmLeqtX7PD0focso91eFWOgE8fygv-hge6QwC0uyBX22c3RDlFYk2Pxv7cDVsj29S7flEzriNqEgz6FhJhdlDoP0EjERJfwsmLSqTI25IPwHLfb_g/s400/Best_jump%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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It is never easy to say goodbye to anyone, anything, anywhere....<br />
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But sadly the time has come that we have to say good bye to our friends of Mangotree Musings.<br />
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We are slowly being reduced to only two musers left in Dar es Salaam (at the end of May dear Andizi will make her way back to the bright and sunny SA)<br />
Thanks for all the love, comments and support - we had a lot of fun telling you about our journeys, adventures and tit bits of a place that we all love.<br />
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All the best for 2011 - it's gonna be a good one!<br />
Till next time!<br />
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~desert rose~Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-55655479946773793022011-01-18T08:07:00.002+02:002011-01-18T08:09:17.612+02:00T'is the seasonTwo of my favourite things about Dar are in season:<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1. Mangoes</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Best eaten in the pool or in the bath - they are juicy and messy but well worth the threads stuck in your teeth afterwards!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Please note: you have to buy them from the fruit guy with the basket bicycle by the side of the road - they just taste better than the ones from Shoppers. And because I am a regular with old John, he often rewards me with a "gifty" - usually an extra banana. Best bananas and best mangoes in the world...even named our blog after the glorious mango tree and myself after the humble nzidi!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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So I am kicking it off being positively positive...<br />
To full glasses! (and hopefully they are full of wine!)<br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-13692572511474850922010-12-20T07:10:00.000+02:002010-12-20T07:10:03.176+02:00MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.....Seeing that we all away and trotting the globe for the next couple of weeks, we'd like to wish everybody a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS and an exceptionally good NEW YEAR!<br />
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All the best and more from the Musers in the New Year!<br />
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Just because planning a wedding was not enough (!), she and two friends hosted the first ever craft market in Ceres the weekend I arrived from Dar. Everything was just so pretty!<br />
And very fittingly...Love was all around! ;-)<br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-86114051135527953502010-12-10T07:35:00.001+02:002010-12-10T07:36:49.640+02:00Plastic in the oceanPeople can sometimes make weird and stupid choices.<br />
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Like for instance: yesterday was a public holiday in Tanzania (Independence Day I think?) and we all sat, sunscreened-up, hats on, drinks ice cold and geared for a mean booze cruise on the tender boat on our way to Dhow Junkie, our friends awesome dhow.<br />
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All of a sardine the engine of the tender boat stopped and cut out completely....... We all looked at each other, oih, dhow is out thhhheeerrrreeeeee and the beach is a good swim away. There were murmurs about plastic wrapped around the engine .... and low and behold, as the "captain" lifted up the engine, there was a huge 50kg mieliemeal bag wrapped around it. <br />
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No problems, hakuna matata..... He just unwrapped it and unceremoniously chucked it right back into the ocean. I mean OH MY SOUL!!!! Was that necessary? Ready for the next guy to get stuck I guess.<br />
Worst thing is that I couldn't get a word out to SCOLD this old guy for what he just did and the bag drifted away slowly.<br />
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I must say, I am pretty disgusted at the best of times with these Tanzanians dirty way of dealing with their rubbish. If you are looking to make good money quickly - start a rubbish plant somewhere and clean up this town. (not a nice job, but you'll make millions, because everyone will pay you to do it!)<br />
Currently their reason for throwing plastic bottles, cartons etc out the windows of the dala dalas (taxis) is because it creates work for someone else. For GOODNESS SAKE!<br />
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Where's: Zip dit in 'n Zippy Blik! Hie hie!<br />
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Try and teach the people around you about cleaning up. We must start somewhere.<br />
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~desert rose~Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-17932888826006788132010-11-25T14:14:00.002+02:002010-11-25T15:28:37.298+02:00The Race at Sunrise...or not...<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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It doesn't matter whether you are a lion </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">or a gazelle; when the sun comes up</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">You had better be running</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">That is an African Parable. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">According to the above, Dar es Salaam is very un-African, because around here, people are rarely in a hurry and even more rarely running...except for the Masai...but that is not the point as they don't operate the business centers. The culture around here is very much of the procrastination kind - "<em>hamna shida, kesho"</em> (no worries, tomorrow)!</div>But I can't really blame them - if I lived in a place where I didn't need shelter from the cold, I could do a little fishing everyday and when I walk home a paw-paw falls on my head (tada, salad!) - who would want to run anywhere? Let's rather...DANCE! Yeah!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You guys might remember </span></span><a href="http://www.julesmercer.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hibiscus</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> who delighted us with her quirky and delish recipes! Soon after leaving the craziness of Dar for the bright lights of Cape Town Hibiscus is already making a name for herself. Profiled on Spatula Magainze's </span></span><a href="http://www.spatula.co.za/we-like-your-style/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">'We like your style' </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">section and her work featured with a recipe for </span></span><a href="http://www.spatula.co.za/how-to-make-christmas-ice-cream/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">yummy Christmas icecream</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">! And really..with that smile...how can she fail? We wish you the best for the future Hibiscus!</span></span></div><br />
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</span></span>Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-36844313993608691282010-11-22T10:41:00.001+02:002010-11-22T10:42:06.571+02:00Smiling in the pursuit of happiness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxc6fmIHGkJqq0zLwFIAiqAC_TKeAjtaWjBZXymfqNNCBiA9a6s66tPtEZ7t1RvlRXBBuCo4ZVSk1L1H2Qkcm2VrXXB2CJQFiNsjKd94VgnDPPgI3qPN27eUmEM390AxsxscyYGkxrSs/s1600/Picture+26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxc6fmIHGkJqq0zLwFIAiqAC_TKeAjtaWjBZXymfqNNCBiA9a6s66tPtEZ7t1RvlRXBBuCo4ZVSk1L1H2Qkcm2VrXXB2CJQFiNsjKd94VgnDPPgI3qPN27eUmEM390AxsxscyYGkxrSs/s400/Picture+26.png" width="275" /></a></div><br />
Putting a smile on ones face and being conscious in the pursuit of your own happiness is a gift that I have received from a little book, lent after a delightful dinner party on Saturday night. I am trying to smile as much as I can, and when I feel I cant, I try to remember the above - because the flowers will my smile for me until I can again. And if I can realize this, things can never be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">that</span> bad :)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Frangipani</span>Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-18383527286555907982010-11-18T16:00:00.003+02:002010-11-18T16:04:25.856+02:00SPEECH BY ANNA QUINDLEN<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
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</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen
at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was
awarded an Honorary PhD. </span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
</i></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know.
Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk
out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has.
There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree:
there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a
living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody
of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your
life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car or at the computer.
Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart.
Not just your bank accounts but also your soul ... </span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
</i></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier
to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort
on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when
you've received your test results and they're not so good. </span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
</i></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried
never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no
longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I
listen. I try to laugh. I am a faithful friend to my husband. I have
tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to
my friends and them to me.
Without them, there would be
nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out.
But, I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I would be
rotten, at best mediocre, at my job if those other things were not true.</span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
</i></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you
are.
So here's what I wanted to tell you today: </span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
</i></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Get a life. A real life,
not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the
larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things
if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon or found a lump in your breast?
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on
a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a
red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with
concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first
finger.
Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love and
respect, and who love and respect you. And remember that love is not
leisure, it is work - hard work. Pick up the phone. Send an email.
Write a letter. Make an effort. Get a life in which you are generous.
And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no
business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that
you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer
and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or
sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then
doing well will never be enough. </span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
</i></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes.
It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids'
eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears
and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.
I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not
the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that
today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the
good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed
in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by
telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider
the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the
back yard with the sun on your face. </span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
</i></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if
you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived".</span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>
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</span></i></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If we could all live by this philosophy the world would be a better place...</span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~maisha</span></pre>Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-30797217108649919732010-11-15T14:04:00.001+02:002010-11-15T14:06:24.236+02:00"I do not think of you, that you can ever forget me"...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdC0u6-PAYaAUNX9loXd7wOe-1cCRMHPW9zWLvn73zUqt69d0qL1hGkg_Xu3whA5iHCbTLN-QC27I1viv3VyONegCYibEFBkWlYervfJ95VYDSM5Lxsxrbjzq1c85jtYqK0IhwikIE5E/s1600/old_letters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdC0u6-PAYaAUNX9loXd7wOe-1cCRMHPW9zWLvn73zUqt69d0qL1hGkg_Xu3whA5iHCbTLN-QC27I1viv3VyONegCYibEFBkWlYervfJ95VYDSM5Lxsxrbjzq1c85jtYqK0IhwikIE5E/s320/old_letters.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://maminkagirl.blogspot.com/">Image</a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">A week ago I had to travel to Kenya for work. Much of my time was spent in Karen. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Karen is the suburb named after Karen Blixen that wrote one of my all time favourite books - Out of Africa. The suburb is situated in the area where Karen's farm (Ngong farm) used to be.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I am a little obsessed with the prose in this book and standing in the lush garden of the lodge, I closed my eyes and remember my heroine writing:<em> "The air of the African highlands went to my head like wine: I was all the time slightly drunk with it, and the joy of these months was indescribable."</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Karen tells about her days on Ngong farm that makes your heart ache for the open plains. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Unfortunately, she was forced to leave and over time the plains gave way to the building blocks of Nairobi.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9s0b-MlFyJwodQCxraik9gdTwDtxiPOXOAvqDVlcOuGzqC1ynS0C_kcLwN8-nLSxmmh9KVLJaSpKSV07q95B8IFl9Y2D_EbkleSn86BGuO8zffQrm4fhylJ7khd_BV6dspeV9vLPRIe4/s1600/out-of-africa-1989-11-g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9s0b-MlFyJwodQCxraik9gdTwDtxiPOXOAvqDVlcOuGzqC1ynS0C_kcLwN8-nLSxmmh9KVLJaSpKSV07q95B8IFl9Y2D_EbkleSn86BGuO8zffQrm4fhylJ7khd_BV6dspeV9vLPRIe4/s320/out-of-africa-1989-11-g.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://toutlecine.com/">Image</a></div>I remember how she describes getting letters from her servants back on the farm that <em>"came to me in a strange, unreal way, and are more like shadows, or mirages, than like news of reality."</em> They could not write and had to rely on the "professional letter writers" who also knew precious little English but tried to show off their skills, making the letters difficult to decipher. Sometimes however, their message came out more beautiful than even Shakespeare could have phrased it. On one of the dirty little sheets of paper her African cook wrote: <em> "We do not think of you, that you can ever forget us."</em><br />
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My beloved friend, today I send you a cheep postcard, bought from the stationary dukka on Kimweri Road and on it I simply write:<br />
"I do not think of you, that you can ever forget me"...<br />
xxx<br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-14158481739704247422010-11-12T12:47:00.000+02:002010-11-12T12:47:37.459+02:00Cold Lemon Papaya SoupOh, my soul. I asked my dada (cleaning lady, fairy, nanny, cook....) to prepare some peas, rice and chicken for Moo and myself yesterday.<br />
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I came back and had the most delicious meal in a LONG time. I was really expecting, boring old peas and rice, with proper fried chicken ( I even tried to tell her, NO MAFUTA (oil) just KIDOGO olive oil (a little bit!)<br />
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We were pleasantly surprised when the meal consisted of: cardamom - and might I add perfectly fluffy - brown basmati rice with coconut peas and a Swahili Chicken Curry, with the most exquisite spices. WOW. I should ask her to cook more often!<br />
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So I thought I'd go through one of my many Swahili cookbooks and find this recipe for the peas so that I could share this with you, but alas, nothing. (will have to wait for that!)<br />
So I chose a recipe I found in the "Swahili Kitchen" cookbook written and photographed by Javed Jafferji and Elie Losleben, my mouth just watered when I read through it! Enjoy with a cold glass of white wine on a warm, tropical afternoon....<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Cold Lemon Papaya Soup</span></span><br />
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1 large ripe papaya<br />
1 cup lime or lemon juice<br />
1 cup orange juice<br />
3 cloves of garlic finely chopped<br />
1 tsp cumin powder<br />
1 tsp powdered ginger<br />
1/2 tsp chilli powder (or half a small fresh chilli finely chopped)<br />
Black Pepper and salt<br />
Chopped fresh coriander and croutons to garnish<br />
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Mix all the ingredients in a blender until smooth. Chill and serve topped with chopped fresh coriander and croutons!<br />
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Happy Cooking!<br />
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~desert rose~Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-56636654390155964832010-11-11T06:42:00.000+02:002010-11-11T06:42:49.187+02:00Papa Shillingi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQMfKvkWI9XBpdAUnCRSt3YT3TIP6DLzz8btUHFE8ZSGDemnjW33-DxI5KXhliKeyUnU6l1vGkUrFe06B4Vp5CU75XJngec9WUVKZdgw_vX0Tn0Kg8Wj3p9zRuTbuCDh5gOLaqqCBoNM/s1600/Whale-Shark-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQMfKvkWI9XBpdAUnCRSt3YT3TIP6DLzz8btUHFE8ZSGDemnjW33-DxI5KXhliKeyUnU6l1vGkUrFe06B4Vp5CU75XJngec9WUVKZdgw_vX0Tn0Kg8Wj3p9zRuTbuCDh5gOLaqqCBoNM/s320/Whale-Shark-01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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My new favourite fish...the whale shark...<br />
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<em>"Known as a deity in a Vietnamese culture, the whale shark is called "Ca Ong", which literally translates as "<strong>Sir Fish</strong>".</em><br />
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<em>In Mexico, and throughout much of Latin America, the whale shark is known as "pez dama" or "<strong>domino</strong>" for its distinctive patterns of spots. However, they go by "Sapodilla Tom" in Belize due to the regularity of sightings near the Sapodilla Cayes on the Belize Barrier Reef.</em><br />
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<em>In Africa, the names for the whale shark are very evocative: "<strong>papa shillingi</strong>" in Kenya came from the myth that God threw shillings upon the shark which are now its spots.</em><br />
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<em>In Madagascar the name is "marokintana" meaning "<strong>many stars</strong>".</em><br />
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<em>Javanese also reference the stars by calling it "geger lintang," meaning "<strong>stars in the back</strong>"."</em><br />
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"Many stars"...isn't that a lovely name for a fish?! ;-)<br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-60597021152972515322010-11-09T17:41:00.000+02:002010-11-09T17:41:29.885+02:00Sharks, Whale sharks and Whales<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZmF0p9f6LdpR_7V2LrV35-RT43QR0YDE6cExwsyAcRBN_HUwXWNPhrcbKfcGMDHjPOPc4cdNzN_WI_EXWY-78IpjMyjiTkd58u2bGUkY5SM5UwI7kjAJRAayVI0tMLpr6Jsa5NQfM6c/s1600/P1060814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZmF0p9f6LdpR_7V2LrV35-RT43QR0YDE6cExwsyAcRBN_HUwXWNPhrcbKfcGMDHjPOPc4cdNzN_WI_EXWY-78IpjMyjiTkd58u2bGUkY5SM5UwI7kjAJRAayVI0tMLpr6Jsa5NQfM6c/s320/P1060814.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhB_yk2YV5AXqMvXlU2VLuyNsbZwicwoyAJqA6krT_RgPUz3hwIpp0XtQS31EX5ng-OHw7ZIOF3irIzZjpitvxsQmM2sMC3MsMBGNjHUxXSnECwZY43B5iyAiVPS6Oi5IQlTHijcT01Q/s1600/P1060836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhB_yk2YV5AXqMvXlU2VLuyNsbZwicwoyAJqA6krT_RgPUz3hwIpp0XtQS31EX5ng-OHw7ZIOF3irIzZjpitvxsQmM2sMC3MsMBGNjHUxXSnECwZY43B5iyAiVPS6Oi5IQlTHijcT01Q/s320/P1060836.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The above mentioned is an untouched little island off the coast of Dar that boast a magnificent marine park. In fact, the dive sites around this island are world renowned and I could not wait to proudly put my brand new scuba license to the test! And the promise of spectacular diving is only half of it. With great anticipation I logged onto the website of the lodge everyday weeks before to see of news of whale sharks. These magnificent fish could arrive any time from the beginning of October, but they decided to tease us and it was only three days before our expected departure that the website eagerly exclaimed – “they have arrive”! I could hardly sleep I was so excited!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My friend Joey and I stayed at a lovely quaint lodge <a href="http://www.butiamabeach.com/">(Butiama</a> - check it out, I can highly recommend them) but spent very little time in our colourful room. First stop on Friday was the Mafia Marina Park for two dive sessions. I could never have anticipated the sight that awaited me as soon as I equalized my way down to the bottom of the ocean. There were fish EVERYWHERE! I squealed with excitement into my regulator. I wish I was more artistically inclined, then I could draw all of this for you, for my bumbling s cannot begin to describe the coral, the fish, shy garden eels, massive scary looking ones, the gigantic lobsters, the lovely lace-like cowry shells, the luminous sea snails. Joey said at one stage he looked around to see if I was coming and he saw me just spinning around and around like a planet. I simply could not believe the underwater world around me. My favourite, without a doubt was the turtle we chilled with! They are so big and awkward looking and yet so graceful under water. I just wanted to hug it and take it home with me! “Awesome duuuuuuude”!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturday morning I could not wait to get on the boat and go and find me some whale sharks! But alas, the giant fish were nowhere to be seen. Hardly able to hide our disappointment we opted for some snorkeling instead. But again I could not get enough of the coral and all the fish! And I love the freedom of movement that snorkeling allows! We dived and dipped and had a great time! At one stage our guide instructed us to go under the water, hold our breath and listen…humpback whales calling to each other…incredible…The rest of the day was spent kayaking, strolling along the beach and lazing around reading our books. Pure bliss.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We spent the next two and a half hours swimming with 6 whale sharks. At one stage I had two on each side of me within arm’s reach. The moments I was not worried about being squashed to death I was absolutely amazed by it all. By far some of the most indescribable hours of my life! I have experienced so many wonderful things since moving to Tanzania, but it has been in nature where I have been truly touched by a sense of something Bigger than us mere humans. Swimming with the whale sharks of Mafia was indeed a spiritual experience in a time it was much needed. The mysteries ways… </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Andizi</div>Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-90787985349668121132010-11-02T10:33:00.000+02:002010-11-02T10:33:25.188+02:00"Street Level" Exhibition by Sarah Markes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvzfj3J9jXX459ExAkIgX0EW1-exA5GDBNZ_icodR6oyr9sriCoLO7SmhO8QHVdkPO_1OF_MvUbQDPllZqApjrVnW-KHl60-ZtHzlztHmfkFdB7CSLtvRqr0R5q6zx21k_j9VTF0suVQ/s1600/reminder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvzfj3J9jXX459ExAkIgX0EW1-exA5GDBNZ_icodR6oyr9sriCoLO7SmhO8QHVdkPO_1OF_MvUbQDPllZqApjrVnW-KHl60-ZtHzlztHmfkFdB7CSLtvRqr0R5q6zx21k_j9VTF0suVQ/s400/reminder.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3TiXXT2redToZf8HW5gkJsR8YSRwcHce-Vijy1deO6-gkhkZu1fchKfOw1PUciVfGT7176ruplcGd0vOJOaulbg5GuKZTS8GdaJax__YS2bv3WCppVa4WSq3hXPFc4DoiggQiTq_AYM/s1600/Picture+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3TiXXT2redToZf8HW5gkJsR8YSRwcHce-Vijy1deO6-gkhkZu1fchKfOw1PUciVfGT7176ruplcGd0vOJOaulbg5GuKZTS8GdaJax__YS2bv3WCppVa4WSq3hXPFc4DoiggQiTq_AYM/s320/Picture+4.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinl5CS5QurhFAI_aLcuSI5MfmJsSwSmLt0o88ki3GVeEXGKKtkjXFfZSMbrKIgC8HzX5J76Tu0sPnYEzIw8Q_vYN1mGTdQDMpLu9D0mKQ0NXNTLzdG4d6OFWUVvE7t7stQ3DSlemE_1c0/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinl5CS5QurhFAI_aLcuSI5MfmJsSwSmLt0o88ki3GVeEXGKKtkjXFfZSMbrKIgC8HzX5J76Tu0sPnYEzIw8Q_vYN1mGTdQDMpLu9D0mKQ0NXNTLzdG4d6OFWUVvE7t7stQ3DSlemE_1c0/s400/Picture+3.png" width="292" /></a></div>Graphic designer and illustrator <a href="http://sarahmarkes.com/">Sarah Markes</a> is holding an exhibition of her beautiful <a href="http://creativeroots.org/?p=8871">graphic prints</a> at the Alliance Francaise this month. Many of us are familiar with the vibrant street and people scenes, and we now have the opportunity to view and buy the original drawings and paintings (I've been saving!)<br />
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I have collected many of the authentically 'Dar' sketches that are now at home in South Africa waiting to be framed, while Andizi's colourful collection is displayed around her room. When my dearest Pop came to visit from SA a month ago I bought her a heap as a keepsakes for everything that she had seen and experienced in this city, as the prints make great gifts (especially for inspiring fellow designers)!<br />
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The full range of the prints are also available at t<a href="http://www.thegreenroomtz.com/">he green room,</a> Slipway.<br />
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See you all at the exhibition!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Frangipani</span></span>Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-38648727745101848742010-10-31T20:14:00.001+02:002010-10-31T20:14:57.761+02:00Question?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOpqe6Lh3wgXyyfbA1hkpCWIyt4a38wY3dntH0WtsWbj5Gcd-mGRZBUHy5Gbe46hn2KBkj-L2xkDh5U664IRT2cccjtYvMFAEzNIoaFWHo7-Vp1Ma2wYYoUAgDiVYymsyyHlLbDQ0qu2w/s1600/Question.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOpqe6Lh3wgXyyfbA1hkpCWIyt4a38wY3dntH0WtsWbj5Gcd-mGRZBUHy5Gbe46hn2KBkj-L2xkDh5U664IRT2cccjtYvMFAEzNIoaFWHo7-Vp1Ma2wYYoUAgDiVYymsyyHlLbDQ0qu2w/s640/Question.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-5837900421133918762010-10-27T10:09:00.001+02:002010-10-27T10:10:39.773+02:00Best Fruit Cake Recipe everGuys, you have to try this, it works like a bomb - everytime!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tequila </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fruit </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cake recipe :</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div><div><div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1 cup sugar<br />
1 tsp. baking powder<br />
1 cup water<br />
1 tsp. salt <br />
1 cup brown sugar<br />
Lemon juice<br />
4 large eggs<br />
Nuts<br />
1 bottle tequila<br />
2 cups dried fruit<br />
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Sample the tequila to check quality<br />
Take a large bowl; check the tequila again to be sure it is of the highest quality..<br />
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Repeat.<br />
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Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.<br />
Add 1 teaspoon of sugar. Beat again.<br />
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At this point, it is best to make sure the tequila is still OK. Try another cup just in case.<br />
Turn off the mixerer thingy.<br />
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Break 2 eegs and add to the bowl and chuck iin the cup of dried fruit.<br />
Pick the fruit up off the floor.<br />
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Mix on the turner.<br />
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If the fried druit getas stuck in the beaterers, just pry it loose with a drewscriver.<br />
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Sample the tequila to test for tonsisticity.</span></span> </span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> </span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next, sift 2 cups of salt, or something.<br />
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Check the tequila.</span></span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.<br />
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Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.<br />
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Greash the oven.<br />
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Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over.<br />
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Don't forget to beat off the turner<br />
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Finally, throw the bowl through the window.<br />
Finish the tequila and wipe the counter with the cat.</span></span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Meet Rocco. Rocco belongs to my friend Paris. Yes, as in Paris Hilton. No, that is not her real name, but she looks like her, dresses like her and has a dog like her and I absolutely LOVE the way she has embraced this persona and does not give a damn what anybody thinks! And seriously, how cool is it for us in Dar to have our own Paris?!<br />
Anyways, back to the picture in discussion. Rocco came for a play date with Konyagi. It was the funniest thing to watch! I could see the confusion on Konyagi's face - "is it a cat, is it a rat?!" He literally did not know what to do with Konyagi, because clearly in his mind, this could NOT be a dog?! If there is any other dog around, Konyagi arches like a bow and hisses like a giant chameleon. Faced with Rocco he was like - "should I hunt it, play with it or fight it?!"<br />
In the end he decided to play with it and they had the most fun! So there Noenie (aka Konyagi), now you know, best friends can come in all shapes and sizes...they might not always look like what you expect, but be prepared to be pleasantly surprised by animals, people and life in general.<br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-84875243492587838962010-10-22T07:17:00.000+02:002010-10-22T07:17:18.669+02:00Wise Dori....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvSuSxfD8oEPz0t497zbsjTv7UzvHPZ2aPyUsGNYEZorkTEUWqhR7EbGsCL20ZKZOgqiFfWHcBOq-HHZpDgxtOSEYaBmYRJWziVkEXgbDHy4HbZ_fEyIqLqaMfwhhj8Y_uOJkaH-1pw4/s1600/DSC00632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvSuSxfD8oEPz0t497zbsjTv7UzvHPZ2aPyUsGNYEZorkTEUWqhR7EbGsCL20ZKZOgqiFfWHcBOq-HHZpDgxtOSEYaBmYRJWziVkEXgbDHy4HbZ_fEyIqLqaMfwhhj8Y_uOJkaH-1pw4/s400/DSC00632.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
My dear Andizi - in the words of the very very wise Dori, and I quote: "Keep on swimming, keep on swimming......."<br />
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You will have your "no ways" moment, I promise - it's around the corner.<br />
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~desert rose~Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-43724985865030069372010-10-21T19:24:00.000+02:002010-10-21T19:24:06.014+02:00Flight or Fight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8Ky2iCMfUbEV91J7O2Jtq4bBYI4p3fPPh2OEO1l0Fqqj8QHW3H0Y39ffwsXPQi0U0-EF3AIXlyv7shc265aL6EcsBpGPLtBiLUkXV5DhpeGIYaBciswvQiwLIFiGpdFEULSAvbtOfTU/s1600/shany.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8Ky2iCMfUbEV91J7O2Jtq4bBYI4p3fPPh2OEO1l0Fqqj8QHW3H0Y39ffwsXPQi0U0-EF3AIXlyv7shc265aL6EcsBpGPLtBiLUkXV5DhpeGIYaBciswvQiwLIFiGpdFEULSAvbtOfTU/s400/shany.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shanyvandenberg.co.za/?m=1">{Image}</a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><em><strong>"I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.|"</strong></em><br />
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Ralph Waldo Emerson<br />
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<strong><em>"I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in <strike>Naples</strike> Dar es Salaam and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from."</em></strong><br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-68249166067137866862010-10-18T16:09:00.001+02:002010-10-18T16:10:26.447+02:00Drama Salaam<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-Az8KXgkAMENZ8y7nuer4CTjcFCXk65jejNNYSsVIKvAPkWHc_Vk8QDU_WN5gGcgK52g_KJvkKpF2eIt8A3MiP30t5ec2q5-0TKAemTabeK_bglTY5pb_Wr9kuJiEhT1mNoufSNPJ4Q/s1600/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-Az8KXgkAMENZ8y7nuer4CTjcFCXk65jejNNYSsVIKvAPkWHc_Vk8QDU_WN5gGcgK52g_KJvkKpF2eIt8A3MiP30t5ec2q5-0TKAemTabeK_bglTY5pb_Wr9kuJiEhT1mNoufSNPJ4Q/s400/Picture+5.png" width="396" /></a></div>For such a large city, Dar es Salaam can become quite small with the disorderly kings and queens that feud for the proverbial crown. And sometimes it is even the jesters that want some face time. A mostly theatrical performance in Pandora's (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">little)</span> Box, Drama Salaam will often bemuse even the most reticent inhabitants...<br />
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To wagging tongues.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Frangipani x</span>Mango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-76018481504393148522010-10-15T16:21:00.000+02:002010-10-15T16:21:20.948+02:00Beautiful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSgcDmp9KbOlVasz4pOwGAVBr2Tyek-gxpCjaffgn-nBFa6zLXI74op-T6lUTM-hHv2aOfRNWcZLF20pu8b3YbMbx1B2nIrQTcpvlC9mJnueNrLFsPz7JzcwcDOO5GjEdGIFgEPrECGg/s1600/P1060745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSgcDmp9KbOlVasz4pOwGAVBr2Tyek-gxpCjaffgn-nBFa6zLXI74op-T6lUTM-hHv2aOfRNWcZLF20pu8b3YbMbx1B2nIrQTcpvlC9mJnueNrLFsPz7JzcwcDOO5GjEdGIFgEPrECGg/s400/P1060745.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I recently saw the preview for "<a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylove.htm">Eat, Pray, Love</a>" and something that was said resonated with me in a big way. I read the book two years ago and it was a fun read, but at that stage nothing particularly life changing. I decided to give it another bash.<br />
Last night I came across this sentence<em> "You where given life, it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight."</em><br />
When I read that I thought I would write about all the beautiful things in my life, the things that I have to be grateful for, the things I so often forget about and the things that are so amazingly beautiful they fill me with wonder every day. But when I started the beautiful-things-in-my-life list I realised - it is a looooong one...which in itself was a good food for thought exercise!<br />
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So I have decided to choose only one beautiful thing to share that I have recently discovered...my bedroom's balcony...it has been under my nose for nearly 9 months and only now I am starting to enjoy my new found haven of tranquility...well, as much tranquility as you can get on any given day in an African city!<br />
But I have taken to spending dreamy Dar evenings on my balcony with a glass of wine, a candle and a kanga wrapped around my shoulders. More than once I have fallen asleep there cuddling Konyagi very much against his will.<br />
In the early mornings I exchange my glass of wine for an essential cup of coffee and listen to the sounds of Dar rising.<br />
And it is here that I am doing a lot of thinking..seeking...MUSING...about life, about people, about dreams, the future and the past, about love, about expectations, ambitions, desires. In Afrikaans there is a quirky saying that goes "<em>die liefde en die leed</em>" - roughly translated as "the good/love and the bad/pain"...so I suppose on my balcony I am contemplating "<em>die liefde en die leed</em>"...and this little tiled space of stars and sunshine is what I have found to be beautiful in my life right now.<br />
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AndiziMango tree Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04397118049247911458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129678467888939377.post-64590100865316318012010-10-13T07:21:00.000+02:002010-10-13T07:21:17.478+02:00Shoe Shopping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5nmc4fjjl0h1xQdrzqj38QFLjI7RnH6b8A1fsMadpDA0DPLvlTVHz_72j1yntEmbd2yV2DoWJkWTtUx-AbNx_qXOiF-vDLNUPj9q0AneMVpLVRF9vxDZiEIFTaYJZKejNG3R9MaaOaU/s1600/P1060725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5nmc4fjjl0h1xQdrzqj38QFLjI7RnH6b8A1fsMadpDA0DPLvlTVHz_72j1yntEmbd2yV2DoWJkWTtUx-AbNx_qXOiF-vDLNUPj9q0AneMVpLVRF9vxDZiEIFTaYJZKejNG3R9MaaOaU/s400/P1060725.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
A friend of mine recently came to visit and I took her shoe shopping...Dar es Salaam style! Forget Sandton Noc, we've got Mwenge!<br />
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