A Normal Sunday in Mwanza?? Birthday cakes and Black Power.

Well, looking back on today it started like most Sundays we spend here. Woke at about 7am to find no electricity – little did we know it was a planned 7 til 7 power cut.  Anyway, regardless of no electricity Pearl, Gil and I took a trip to a little stall we have found which sells Indian savoury snacks and sweets: samosas, kachori, bajia and ghatia plus jalebi all freshly made.  Our usual Sunday lunch – no roast in this house!!  After that it was a trip to the market to get our weekly fruit and veg (no photos as it’s a bit of a no no there) – green beans, potatoes, tomatoes, aubergine, passion fruit, apples, green peppers, cauliflower and mangoes – all bought for the princely sum of about £10 – and we’re not talking about a couple of each thing. We’re talking kilos of things – e.g. kilo of passion fruit – just over a pound.

So back home and lunch.  Managed to do some work before my laptop ran out of juice.  Popped into school and spent an hour going through some papers trying to sort them so that next year (!!) I am organised as I will be the ‘senior’ year 5 teacher – my year 5 colleague has decided he is going home in the summer having spent two years here.  Back home after getting lots done at school ready to take both Pearl and Gil to a party at the lovely named Vicfish Ltd (a big fish processing plant).  We had surmised that the party was going to be in the workers’ compound rather than the factory and we were right. Dropped them off and headed to the Gold Crest Hotel – one of the more up-market hotels in the centre – for a coffee.  We suspected something when we went to enter the car park.  Outside were lots of cars and piki pikis with red, white and blue flags attached. Some with the words ‘Movement for Change’ on. it’s a general election this year and we think they may be an opposition party. Anyway, we drove up the ramp to be met by a group of men who had made two lines either side of an entrance – obviously expecting one the leading lights of the  ‘Movement for Change.’ The odd thing was that all of the men were dressed identically: black suits, dark glasses, red ties and black woolly hats, They looked like a cross between ‘men in black and Malcolm X’s Black Power movement (definitely no pictures of them!!).  So we had a coffee and then made our way back to collect the children at 6, the time the party was supposed to finish at. When we got there it was still going strong.  The main part of the party had yet to happen: the cake being cut and the food to be eaten.  The cake was a masterpiece and the food was lovely as we were invited to partake.  By the time we got home the electricity was on – hoorah!

Quite a celebration !!
Now that’s a cake !!

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