Abandu safaris express

So here I lay the first stone of my blog. I don't know what I'll write in, but I certainly know what "I'll not write therein!". Okey, that's a line picked straight from the just ended presidential elections where I live! "Je ne sais pas pour qui je vais voter, mais je sais pour qui je ne voterai pas...said one Fracois Bayrou.My immediate worry is getting "hooked up" and never finding my individual freedom once again, when I want "not to write anymore". We live in a world where everyone can get to know where you are 24/7 and can reach it 24/7!
Anyway, my Abandu safaris is a "clin d'oeil", to a vehicle I was once so fond of. In Kenya, the main means of transport are mini buses or even smaller covered pick-ups that we call "matatus". Each one of them usually has an evocative name such as "God's case no appeal" go figure! , ""Msamaria mwema (the good Samaritan), ""Bwana Msafiri" (the traveller), "Mla chake (he who eats his rightfully earned bread), and so on. Abandu safaris was such an appelation. It was the only vehicle that ferried people from my grandmother's village (Emanyulia) to town (Yala, Butere, Kisumu etc). So I'm hoping this abandu safaris will be taking me places. It may take me just to the next village , Eshirotsa, or bring me all the way to this desk where I'm typing from.
Watu wakae square, walete chapa, gari linaondoka!
Bon voyage à tous et à toutes!