You know how some things in your childhood just linger on in your memory?
Well I thought I'd share two of mine.
The old eyelids are drooping so I will be brief!
Our family occasionally travelled by bus to remote regions in Kenya.
Usually it would be to go up north to a desert town called Wajir.
And one of my distinct memories is that, out bush, every time we stopped at a town, local vemdors would rush out with trays of roasted meat, mandazis, etc for us to buy.
This is what a view from inside the bus would be like. Though, picture the cooked food above in place of the vegetables.
They would lift up the trays and people would take what they wanted, and I assume throw the money down.
Ever the foodie, I always got excited to see what yummy (and probably bacteria-filled) treat was awaiting us in each new town.
Another image that is embedded in my memory is that of the veggie lady.
Veggie ladies hoist as many bags of fruit and vegetables as they can stagger beneath, onto their backs, with the straps around their forheads and shoulders.
Our veggie lady came to us each week with a gorgeous smile, and then all the ladies on our compund bought as much as possible from her to lighten the load.
