Out and About


Last night was just a summer night like any other.I had promised that this summer would be a crazy one. So I go out by night and sleep by day.Infact am dozing off,now,yet I need to be up in a few hours,to go dancing.

I got myself a new stand,no giving contacts to these guys I meet here and there they have a real wide imagination,sex.Yes that is how creative and imaginative they are.Since they think I might have the same thinking,they look at my fore head and read,oh,sex bomb! So its simple,no afterwards,here and its over.

Am not saying there is anything wrong with sex but I think am on a sex break,as at now.

This explains it. I met this guy and I think I liked him,as easy as that.

One thing is for sure ,am not in love with him.So far from that.He is hot.I mean it,very hot.Am even wondering where the drooling me went.When I first saw him;I Was like,oh damn!This guy is hot.We exchanged numbers,after a small talk.He just made me learn that we share the same passion:Salsa.

Since he has been into it for like three years now,I was making him even sexier.I will no longer go out with non salsa dancers,at least for now.Unless its just a small drink thing!

So as things are we kept in touch.Last weekend he was away but I just went out with my friends as usual. He came back but guess what?None of us bothered to call the other,cool!I felt bad and told myself “oh F you,what the hell are you thinking?” I got over it and I was like,life’s Good,and short.

Just as I was dancing with some guy,I heard my name called out by a familiar voice. I lift my head and its him!!!

Oh I hate coincidence!I felt horrible.Its like someone spoilt my salsa night.Yet he was cool,so cute,with his hot smile.I was falling in love with this place.I only stayed till midnight then left. He later called to find out if we were still there or were going to leave together.Hell no!We did not come together so we leave just as we came.I will go back today(no tonight),and hope I will not bump into him.

Have a lovely day people!

How many Eiffel Towers are there in Paris?

This was a question asked in the US,sometime back,and I saw it on TV,it was real and believe you me,guys are just unbelievable!One said two, another said many,and another had no idea.Before you give crazy answers,I will tell you,its only one!!!

My weekend was still another cool one.As usual I went to a salsa pub, a completely different place.It was lovely.To make it more interesting,we had a salsa lesson then in a brake, we had like a reggae tone lesson.Just a five minute thing and it was lovely to see how the whites do their thing.I had fun,I just could not stop laughing.

That was it for Sunday night.Yes,on Saturday,I was bored,life can be long and tiring!But on Sunday my moral was up and my friend and I got this place and decided to take a look.Its noted,we will be going back.

On Monday,its the famous 14 juillet.All about the revolution française. In short its a public holiday,no going to work!!

I was screwed.We kind of missed the march.Those who were in Kenya for the past 2 decades know what I mean,if I say its Jamhuri day and things are going on at Nyayo Stadium.With all the armed forces ,oh,its crazy.Ok,I did not wake up early,being out all Sunday night,I thought I was strong enough to make it like nine or latest ten to see them marching.I got there at midday,only to see the last camions de guerre leave.Take photos(silly ones) with those nicely dressed guys,and of course drool over firemen.Paris firemen are hot,I have a soft spot for them.I told a friend this,a Parisian and he told me that he did not give a damn about them,and did not find them hotter than anyone else.I was pissed and told him that he was jealous,of course he denied saying that he had no reason to be!(Just read on,what happens later).

We just hanged out,went to the movie,watched Hancock(Oh just loved it,thanks again to Will Smith) till like six pm or something,then decided to go to champs de mars,the gardens around the Eiffel tower.It was lovely but far too hot.My black skin was getting not only darker but intolerant to the heat.Oh I had to leave wazungus to tan,I went to my place,its like a twenty minute walk to the tower.I took the subway,I was too hot to carry my feet.

I went back at around 8:30 pm.Took some food stuff with me,my friends too.We were going to picnic,just like everyone else.It was a long long dinner full of crisps,biscuits,coca cola and wine. We talked about all and nothing.I kept asking my Brazilian friend who dates a fireman,if his boyfriend has single buddies at work.The answer was yes ,of course but………!

There were thousands and thousands of people,varying in race,religion and origin.Oh my,I had never seen so huge a crowd,just for the french ‘Jamhuri’ day.People are real patriots.The rest are real tourists!

During this time was a well organised concert,it was lovely and James Blunt was there!I only saw him on the huge screen,he was lovely.He sung 1973, and the new one too,can’t remember it now.When he was called to stage,I jumped and screamed like a mad person,oh maybe I was at the time,but it did not matter,James Blunt was there!!

At a quarter to 11pm,I think,was the time we had all been waiting for.The fire works session.

Finally came the time when we had been waiting for like an eternity.It was magnificent.Purely sensational. I could not help taking photos and filming the whole thing.My  camera did me the last thing I expected from it,after seven minutes of work.It just went off,changing bats, had no effect.(I will leave right away to the place I bought it,I will complain till they repair it).I was grateful, it allowed me to watch the whole scene with no disruption.I therefore appreciated the event.The sparks were handsome,the music accompanying it was harmonious

It was half one hour of exceptional beauty.I have always thought the Eiffel tower was pretty,last night,I proved it(or rather I had it proved).It was lovely.

I thanked God for giving me the life,and good health that I made it to see this event.It was a glorious moment.Long live my love for Paris.

At around midnight,half the people have left thank goodness.We now met(and made) other friends who were just lost in tha crowd.We decided to go to the firemens’ bal,which is held yearly on the 14 July,all night.My friends (the guys) including the one who said did not care and was not interested by them,was so enthusiastic…..hmm,I thought he did not like them.Well firemen of Paris are also great party people,yes.And there we danced in a circle.We were like eight or ten of us.Oh it was lively,and wanted it to continue for a lifetime.It however downed on me that I had to get some sleep,I must be in good shape for the day’s work.I have errands to run.

It was sad,I had to leave my friends.They were dancing,so crazy,so bad.Hey,life’s good!

I jumped to bed at three am,set three alarms and prayed that at least one would wake me up.And yeah,I got up,and am good so far.

Once again,long live my love for the Eiffel Tower, and for Paris.

I love Paris,really. Everyone who is here,I believe does. Putting aside tourist who are here just to love it ,and the French Parisians who have no otherwise.I mean loving it for what it is!Thats what I feel for Paris.

Talking a walk with a friend sometime back, he just told me,”with all one sees and what one feels here,it is surely hard not to love Paris”.I know what he meant, because I felt he was describing me!

That said and done,I will talk about my passion,at least as at now-Salsa.

This leads to why I praise Paris, one can find a thousand and one places to dance to salsa,to learn or simply to listen to this kind of Music….No doubt one would say, but hey,last weekend was just the bomb!

I have been thinking that I have been to most or almost all these places,but on Sunday,I just told myself detrompes-toi,there’s more to see.

Normally, I avoid going out on Sundays ,especially late at night.Monday has its own stuff so I need to be more than just in great form.But this one was exceptional.I had not danced on Saturday,since am somehow addicted lately,I could not see the weekend just pass by.

My friend is great,she always gets lots of new Latina clubs.One was even Irish but played pure Latino music.  Paradoxic?

This one this time round was in one famous quartier Latin.Though Paris has everything, this quartier too has everything.A whole mix of cultures,lots of monuments,a beautiful Fountain ST. Michel, and close to it, Notre Dame de Paris,the one pretty,and sooo touristic Church. This club in quartier Latin  just dumdfounded me.I was thrilled. It is situated in some tiny street,you would not imagine, that makes it even more sensational. Its got like three tiny  underground sales,and hey ladies,its free for you till nine pm. Men,mnajipanga,you just pay, nothing much.

We were few in there,so it made things easy.I thought I was about to say that I can dance Salsa well,but looking at those feet, those South American guys are good!Consolation,that is their thing, just like a Kenyan is good at sending please call me thank you sms.I will still take a glimpse in flashback then practise all week,in preparation of next weekend.In the meantime,I have to look for this Colombian guy’s phone number,I will need it,bearing in mind thet there were many Colombians in our new discovered pub.

I danced with one guy, a south American of course(from Peru to be precise) who told me that he did not speak French,and while I did not speak Spanish except for Je te illamo (or something like that), we did not talk. But I loved dancing with him.

I am looking forward to going back there!I was like the only African ,which makes me at times uneasy,but those guys were just good. They are not discriminative,like some place I once attended and vowed never set my foot.Oh,unless am well armed.To come some day….!

Well long live Salsa,and long live Salsa lovers.