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Art & Culture


               Miraa (Khats’) while puffing off the smoke of     The walls were engraved with arches and

               bhang (Cannabis sativa). He smelled rotten        semi-circle patterns. The Swahili furniture
               fish and the stench of bhang smoke. He quickly    and ceramic items were placed strategically
               noticed me and grabbed my bag, but I held it      in every corner. The beds, stools, chairs,

               tightly fearing a robbery.                        and cabinets were designed with floral and
                                                                 arch-shaped patterns. The furniture was
               The one-eyed boy was stammering heavily in        carved with geometrical shapes and relief
               broken French, English, and Swahili. He talked    lines inspired by the Arabic style. It had a
               shaking his head and throwing his hands in        prayer section roofed with a dome shape

               the air fighting mosquito oozing in his ear.  He   and a floor carpeted with floral patterns. The
               struggled to pronounce various historic sites I   room had an arch-shaped stool where the
               needed to visit. Finally, the boy yelled loudly,   Quran was placed. In the far corner, there

               Mr Chairman Sir! The stutter could not allow      was a Swahili washroom in a dome shape
               him to utter words like “accommodation”           with a toilet and a bathroom. The washroom
               instead he stuttered “abduction”. I got more      had a small container made from coconut
               scared trembling my lips in Jehovah prayers.      shells and a mangrove stick handle. The
               Suddenly, an old man showed up and shouted        kikao (large courtyard) had four erected

               at him, “Mwache we fala!” (Stupid! Leave          pillars that formed an arch shape. The doors
               him alone). The boy disappeared into the          and windows took the semi-circle and arch
               bustling crowd shamelessly looking down. The      shapes. The ray of sunshine beamed through

               old man introduced himself as Mzee Bakari,        the doors and windows brightening the
               a retired civil servant who had worked in         kikao. The Jumba la Swahili belonged to the
               Tanzania, Mombasa, Malindi, and Zanzibar. He      royal family or wealthy traders from Oman,
               welcomed me to the resort two hundred meters      Zanzibar, and Istanbul.
               away from the sea.

                                                                 Mzee Bakari gave me a room on the
               I stayed in a Swahili house converted into        fourth floor adjacent to the baraza (outside
               a resort hotel. It was named “Tausi Kipenzi       veranda). Most of the time I enjoyed a

               Resort”, a colorful peacock bird that is superior   perspective view of the calm sea, a linear of
               among other birds. The Resort is a few Jumba      Lamu architecture, the green vegetation of
               la Swahili (Swahili houses) with spacious         Pate Island, the take-off of aircraft in Manda
               rooms and an atmospheric view of the sea. It      Island, and the docking of ships in Lamu
               featured large Bajuni carved doors coated with    port. I watched a mashua gliding across the

               limestone coral walls. It had a wide baraza       water carrying passengers and LAPSSET
               (veranda) next to the door steps where the        government projects connecting Lamu with
               visitor rested. Inside the Tausi Kipenzi Resort   other regions. Occasionally, I could hear an

               were large corridors and staircases that led      engine boat roaring speedily and splashing
               to vijumbas (upper rooms). Other sections of      out waters in the distance. Most of the time,
               the room were cemented with a white plaster.      the room was hot and I stood at the baraza



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