Blacksmith

I was in Momabasa, Kenya on vacation. This day I made a tour on my own to Ngomongo A place where they had some prototype “villages” for turists to learn about different Kenya cultures.

I got a guide that followed me around and told me about each site as the people in them did not speak english. One village was inhabited by a blacksmith. As we arrived he was engaged with somebody else. My guide started and let me taste pieces of coconut. Then the blacksmith looked my way and I ws caught in those big black eyes. My guide thought it was cool somehow and said something to the blacksmith. Then turned to me saying “he likes you”. I said: “I know”. We were healsitting. The blacksmith reach for the bowl with coconutpieces. My guide started to say I had already tasted, but I, still locked in those eyes, waved at him and said, “no, let him”.

I felt like I was drawn back thousend of years. I became the woman that was treated food as a wedding-gift. The enchantment finally ended and then he showed me a musical instrument and how to keep the fire going.

He missed a tooth, but I remember that I thought that it can be fixed. This guy, black as soot, made me jazz like a young horse. When we left the site I walked backwords and my guide got a good laugh.

phew! I have a photo of him.