As the sun set in Mombasa town that evening, 2 ladies and one guy (see how i’m talking about us in 3rd person…cool huh? haha) made their way to this street joint whose name I can’t remember to break fast with the muslims. It was during the holy month of Ramadhan you see. We were so hungry and it was only 5.30 but we agreed to wait because the guy at the food stall said they only start serving after they break the fast at around 6.30pm. We shared a small meal of potato bitings and dates that are put out in the open for anyone to share as they break fast.
That done, we dug into our open flame grilled chicken, street style.
And the streets of Mombasa turned their lights on as we turned our faces to stuff them with food. What happened that day was not eating, it was gluttony (sorry God). We needed some rest afterward.