Friday, 9 August 2013

Chucky lives on

This is my favourite business sign board in Monrovia. I've been seeing it and passing by it for years now, chuckling to myself about how counter intuitive it is. As a business, you want to be seen as a friendly and safe place. You want your customers to come in, not be dodging Chucky


This is what an advert for Chuck Business Center should say: "A little psychotic doll will follow you around while you shop for videos, DVDs, electronics, cell phones, sports wear, and foot wear....trying to kill you. Happy shopping!"

Thursday, 8 August 2013

Anyone want to buy baby crocs?


Liberia Expats Google Group is a noticeboard for folks looking to exchange information, sell/buy stuff, ask interesting questions and, lecture each other. It is a highly entertaining site because people get quite worked up and because you get weird questions like where can I buy sugar. 

This latest baby croc post is a classic and, am re-posting it here. My favourite part is: "Together I'll let then go for $300, $275 last."

Anyone interested in two baby male female crocodiles. Together I'll let then go for $300, $275 last. Attached are pictures if u want to see them. Great if your starting a wild animal project or breeding farm. Feel free to respond or contact the number below...



Wednesday, 7 August 2013

N'Jarama Matches


These guys really do not know how to make matches. You try to light about 10 before you strike lucky (pun intended!). 

Monday, 5 August 2013

A sad, sad day


Dear friends,

It is with a heavy and mournful heart that I inform you that Naomi is no more. She breathed her last on Friday, 2 August. I have written a small piece on our company blog "Sad Day." Please read it if you have a minute. 

I feel the typical feelings of anger, anguish, despair and helplessness in the face of death but these are exacerbated even more knowing the suffering this young lady went through. Moreover, because she did not have adequate financial resources herself, she was at the mercy of well wishers to help her. And even further, she had to rely on very poor medical care throughout her ordeal when she was in Liberia. 

Naomi's treatment in India gave her a momentary lapse but once she was back, the tumour spread again. We at NATC simply did not have the funds required to send her abroad again for the surgery she needed which might or might not have saved her life since the tumour was at an advanced stage when we found out she was ill to begin with. 

We can seek a little solace in the fact that with your help we briefly extended her life. We seek a little solace in the thought that her suffering has come to an end. May her soul rest in peace. 

If we open our eyes,  death, suffering, poverty and disease are around us. I guess one has to learn how to live with life and death and, accept these as natural cycles. But, is unnecessary suffering also a permanent condition? 

As Haresh always says, may we always have the desire and means to help those less fortunate and less healthy than us. 

Best regards,

Farzana

Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Great hotels make great cities

One of our good friends was back in Monrovia for a brief consultancy and, we spent the Sunday afternoon going to some favourite spots such as Saaj for lunch and, coffee at the Royal. Afterwards we went exploring the ruins of the magnificent old Ducor. 




Friday, 19 July 2013

Soggy Lunch

We got soggy parathas for lunch yesterday and, I posted on FB: "Nothing is worse than a soggy lunch." My friends respond:

"Flat beer?"
"Lukewarm wine?"
"Bad sex"?

I was bemused by the imaginations! I do not know in which universe "soggy lunch" can be interpreted as bad sex! 

So, I googled images of "Soggy Lunch" and here's what I find:


Honestly, I'm fed up of eating simple vegetarian fare almost every day. In the beginning, it was great to have daal, rotis, sabzi and sada chawal. There are some tasty South Indian treats, too, once in a while which we Pakistanis are not very familiar with. 

We only get chicken once in a while. Fish once in a blue moon. There's never been any red meat. I crave meat now to feel satisfied. 

Moreover, the tiffin is delivered quite late these days: lunch at 3 PM and dinner at 9 PM! You're hungry and, when you finally get to eat, it is soggy!

A letter to Chicago

16 July 2013
Above Master Trading
Randall Street
Monrovia


Dear friends in Chicago,

Greetings from Monrovia, Liberia, West Africa!

Some of you are not Facebook therefore I am sending this letter. In fact my best friend, Chipo, herself is not on Facebook. As you know, Facebook easily lets you share one-liner updates and, truck loads of pictures.

I myself fully embrace Facebook as a new medium to interact with friends, practice online politics, and generally have lots of fun.

But I did vow never to become one of those smug parents sharing every moment of their new babies but whaddya know?! I have an album named "Komal Kavita Karamchandani" that has a blurb that starts reads "Kavita is the love child of an Pakistani and Indian couple that met in West Africa..." If that isn't trying to be hippy and smug, I do not know what is. What's more, it has 800 pictures already and, every caption reads "Cutest baby in the world!"

I pretend that I am not being smug to everyone I know by sharing this album only with 100 or so friends of mine (as opposed to all my 600+ "friends" list). You can do that with that the custom button. But that doesn't defeat the fact that I AM smug. Maybe when you have a child, you just think it's the cutest thing anyone has ever produced.

So, it has been almost 6 months since Komal Kavita Karamchandani was born. She is doing extremely well and, I am besotted with her. I love squeezing her cheeks and kissing her about 200 times everyday. I mostly in love with her little hands and feet and, how they kick and grab and explore. All the cliches about motherhood are true: you fall in love with your baby, you constantly worry, after you're tired of constantly worrying you start to take it easy, you don't have time for the father of the baby anymore, you try to do everything yourself and find yourself quite exhausted, every little new thing the baby does is thrilling, and every day life significantly changes.

Kavita is crawling, eating solid foods, smiling as soon as she wakes up, and licking anything she can get her hands on. It seems taste is the sense to explore the world with. Give her anything, it goes straight into her mouth.

The girl is mostly sleeping through the night and, has her routine aligned with ours. Either Haresh or I give her a bath, dress her, and take her to work with us. She takes a couple of naps during the day and, we have baby-fied the office so she has a place to sleep, has a corner with all her toys which she is not really interested in, she'd rather play with my laptop or calculator.

It took us a while to figure it out - at first the poor thing was either sleeping on my lap or in the car seat or in a small bed on my desk and finally on the floor. We got an office crib and made a baby corner. When she is awake, she is being entertained by the entire office.

We met some same-age babies recently that were quite different from Kavita. One was so shy of strangers since she stays at home all day. The other one "keeps her parents" up all night until 3 AM but I knew that it was the parents' routine which had created a nocturnal baby. Everyone else seems to project onto their children. So, Haresh loves to say, "Change the channel, Kavita wants to watch the cricket match."

Our conversations these days go like this:

Farzana: Haresh, please give the baby a bath!
Haresh: 9-11-2009 was the blackest day of my life! [the date we met at Accra Airport]

Farzana: Haresh, you have to get up at night to feed the baby in case she gets up because I'm getting up at 5:30 for my workout.
Haresh: Farzana, I'm tired, I've been up since 5:00 AM.

Farzana: Haresh, please mind the baby while I write this e-mail?
Haresh: I've been up since 5:00 AM.

Farzana: .... [While changing baby's diaper.]

Haresh: Get me the diaper! Get me the wipes! Please hold her while I'm changing the diaper. [While changing the baby's diaper]

Kavita being very cranky while with Farzana. Haresh comes over, takes baby and says to baby: "Your mother doesn't know how to take care of you, I'm here, your holy saviour."

Farzana: Don't do that! Whaat are you doing??! Be careful!
Haresh: I have raised 2 girls before. You don't know anything about babies.

Farzana: She looks exactly like me.
Haresh: No, she looks exactly like me. Thank Gawd!

Ladies, train the husbands/partners early on. Divide the work right from the outset. Let him do the morning bath and, you do the evening one. Let him get up one night in case baby wakes up and, you the next. Let him change most of the diapers. Involve him in everything. Ignore all moaning and whining. If he throws a tantrum, let him throw one, and take over the baby. Do not engage with a tantrum-thrower and, let him feel bad about it later on. Do take lots of pictures of the baby and the father.

I feel very very lucky to be working for myself and, being able to bring my baby to my office. I can continue to boss and lord over everyone! Just kidding, I'm trying to be less of a drag queen so Kavita doesn't become one. The upside is that Kavita loves to socialise and, meet people. Unlike that baby! And, after a hard day of work and repairing networking printers, she sleeps throughout the night.

What I really I really like about having a baby is the structure it gives you, which is great for a procrastinator like me. I now have to learn how to squeeze in my work and hobbies in between the baby's baths, feeding her, entertaining her, getting her stuff ready and, putting her down for her naps. I also seem to be doing a lot more! I've started the monumental task of trying to get back into shape and, shed the baby weight. So, I'm getting up at 6 AM three times a week to go exercise with my trainer. I'm also blogging a lot more! We also seem to be doing new stuff to entertain the baby on weekends.

I miss Chicago too much! I loved meeting you all and, cherish all the support and moments of friendship we shared. I feel like a wonderland opened up for me so I could have the baby in the safest and most loving of places. I can't wait to visit again!

The company is coming along and, we are working hard.

The days are tiring and, I'm often spent at the end of the day. Kavita and her father have nodded off by 11 or if I'm lucky, 10 PM. My secret thing is to catch a movie on DSTV and, eat chocolates.

On that note, Kavita is nodding off, Haresh retired long ago, and, I am going to doze off in front of the TV, my face stuffed full of Nutella. Straight out of the jar.

Love,

Farzana

Thursday, 11 July 2013

Tree house

These are some pictures of what I would like to call a "tree house" I spotted last Saturday. We were driving towards Cedar Restaurant and, I got down to take this picture. It is on the corner of Camp Johnson and Clay Streets. 

As everyone knows, Monrovia has many dilapidated buildings and strutures. Most often, they are situated right next to functional, maintained and new ones. This creates some amazing photographing opportunities. 

This building seems to have several trees growing right inside it - giving it a "tree house effect." Soon, the trees will totally take over the building. 



Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Rainy Afternoons



We're enjoying the rainy afternoons at the office, sipping tea.

Everyone's back from site. Haresh has calmed down a bit after being hyperactive all morning and yelling, "Dhanda karna hai ya nahin!" (Translation: do you want to hustle or not?) And, I've also mellowed out a bit after yelling "Why did you just do that?" all morning. Kavita is also taking a nap - usually - at that time in her crib in the baby-fied corner of my spacious office. 


I subject the whole office to my favourite music like Ali & Toumani or the Best of Nayyara Noor or Tina Sani or my "Oh so romantic" playlist from my iTunes. 

Obama is in my best friend's shit house

It is safe to say (or is it?) he is in everyone's shit house these days. FB is teeming with some brilliant satire about the first African American Presidential disappointment who could not


















The story of yak na shud do shud

We keep moaning about Monrovia and, that there's not enough places to go out. Yak na shud, we went out to 2 new restaurants in 2 successive days: Steak House in Sinkor and Cedar in Buzzy Quarters. 

The delectable Steak House, where we went out on a Friday night to celebrate Kavita's 6 months, gets 5 out of 5 stars. We had the bread sticks, fillet mignon, grilled salmon, margaritas and creme boule. The service is flawless and the ambience is classy. I also loved the stylish owner, attired in an elegant white linen suit, personally attending to all the patrons. 

The restaurant is housed in a new plaza that is not yet fully rented out. And, it looks like there's going to be another coffee shop at this address! 

I loved that all the smokers were politely shown out of not only the restaurant but also the building

And, Cedar gets 3 out of 5. We had the mixed grill. Loved the funky green and red colours. If Cedar gets its act together, it could be great competition for the trusty Diana, a fast food staple for Monrovians. 



Ramadan, Guantanamo Bay, and Obama

I love how Barack Obama's tweet being slammed down yesterday by a certain Frankie Boyle collided at the same time as Mos Def's stand up against the torture going on at Guantanamo Bay yesterday. See the video here


I also love the responses to this tweet. 



Also, see this excellent article about Mos Def's, now known as Yasiin Bey, in the New Yorker.