Michamvi Zanzibar – Sing the Moment In
Michamvi Zanzibar – Sing the Moment In.
Ms. Tanzanian Pageant left at 07:00 and I slept again until 09:30. She showed up again at 10:30, and invited me for breakfast at her restaurant in Michamvi Zanzibar. I told her that I would just head into the village to eat, but she said she had already prepared it. She has been on me about not eating. I eat, but I guess she is not used to someone who only used food for fuel to keep on going. At breakfast, she told me a little about what her Italian friend had alluded to last night. Ms. Tanzanian Pageant’s husband died last year. That puts me in a dangerous position right now, as she will probably want to care about me and it will hurt her when I leave. She wanted to wash my clothes today… Hmmm. So she probably was telling me the truth last night, and if she was, I am likely the first man she has been with since she lost her husband.
I went with a local guy named ‘Dutch’ to a vendor in the village of Michamvi Zanzibar, to get a new SIM card as the company I am using here does not work well. I brought some fruit and came back to my guesthouse to work on some stories. I went to hung out with Ms. Tanzanian Pageant who was giving me shit for a lot of things. She was nagging me about why I did not come back to her place after I went to the village. Telling me she had cooked me lunch. Telling me she had organized a ride for me to a really cool restaurant. Telling me I should have come directly to her place after I got back from the village. Then she went through it again. Maybe that is the culture here, and a woman can be down your throat once you have slept together, but that will not work with me. So, I left her as the sun was setting to go for a walk down the beach. Maybe she is a really bad idea.
I called dad to check in. My dad, 79, has had two eggs for breakfast every day of his life for about 75 years. I told him that I read a study that said that burn victims are fed a lot of eggs in the hospital because eggs are fast to help make cells that the body needs, and that is probably why he is in such good shape for a man his age. He said, “Well, I wish they would regenerate a little faster. Things ain’t what they used to be…” That man is my hero.
I hung out with Ms. Tanzanian Pageant again who was nice to me, and then she came to my bungalow at night when after she finished work. She was comparing our skin color and when I talked my white skin and her brown skin she said, “I am black people.” We went into my bungalow and she wanted to shower because, “I stink fish.” She came to bed with me, we had sex. She was asking me to sing to her when we were having sex. It is a different world here….