Nestled in the foothills of Mount Kenya, Embu is a small town of about 50,000 inhabitants. I will be living here for a year. Those of you who read my other posts will learn about what I am doing here. I have just been here for a week, so I’m just getting used to the place. It is very colourful.
Starting off with a crude wooden gate, between chicken wire fencing, topped with barbed wire, with no doorstep, just muddy, red earth. This is a garden gate to a cottage behind the Embu Level 5 Hospital.
The corrugated tin sheet shack is close to the previous door. It is a funeral parlour of sorts. There is a doorway, with no door. I suppose it allows easier access to the coffins inside, but I don’t know what they do for security at night. But who would steal a coffin?
Pink is a popular colour for African doors. Well, all colours are popular. Blue, orange, yellow and green here.
Red is an appropriate colour for the door of the Paradise Butchery.
Like Montreal, there are many churches in Embu, like this one, “Jesus Healing Pool Ministries, Intl.”
Jo’s Cereals has a light blue door, with what looks like heavy raindrops falling on water painted on the lower wall. I wasn’t expecting Kellogg’s Corn Flakes, but the grains displayed on the poster look more interesting than wheat, corn, oats, barley, millet, sorghum and rye. I’ve just finished reading one of Jo Nesbo’s crime stories about Harry Hole, the Norwegian detective, one of Jo’s Serials.
Sorry about that joke…