When Saturday morning, around 10 o'clock, for the umpteenth time during the week lacked the light, it was thought the usual two or three hours.
We get organized peacefully here in Malindi order not to open the refrigerators, UPS system that leaves you at least half an hour for the computer and the internet, with the hope that you come back for lunch to toast the bread and maybe use the oven.
Yet nothing. Saturday afternoon out shopping, to play with children, to buy rice for the orphanage in Pumwani, chatting with the fish vendor ... in short, the usual African life on saturday.
At sunset, the current is not back yet. Here is useless impatient, and is not habit expecting anything.
It 's time to take a ride in the car to go north to see the sky. There is a race between the clouds and the last sun to color the sunset.
Besides Mambrui it is wonderful to get lost in the horizon.
To the right of the pink flamingos are raised in flight over the water of the salt mines, left by the side of an elementary school surrounded by baobab is a party with sports competitions and people yelling and clapping.
From Ngomeni would go on forever, but in the north there is the Somalia reminds us that it is much better to be a few more hours without light.
On the evening of a few curses in a low voice, but mostly because you can not see the games and Inter Milan.
But basically I care? I hold to Genoa ... and my boys of Malindi United I can see them every time even without the current.
I sleep lulled by these conciliatory thoughts.
But the surprise is yet to wake up without light.