<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… watch the crowd and smile … people going shopping on a cold day … look for Jekesai wading through the crowd … taller than many and conspicuously dressed … oops, almost thought better dressed but what does better mean? … more suited to my preconceptions? …  she stops at what looks like a shipping container but with the side cut open and hinged up … listen to the people around us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “They speak English, Peter. And some native too but this is an English speaking country. What is today, anyway? I don’t know whether they do a 40 hour work week like back in the states or something else? And there don’t seem to be factories about so work week is sorta irrelevant, right? When I was a kid, we fed the steers every day, not just Monday through Friday. And milked twice a day too.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Jekesai is weaving her way back toward us … emerges from the crows with three plates with foil wrapped contents and three cups with lids …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Here, take a cup. Chai, local tea with milk. You might like it. And mandazi rolled out to make a what you call burrito with some egg and meat. Chicken egg and pork meat. Here!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she thrusts it toward us … take a cup and plate … turn to the fender of our vehicle and set the plate down … open the top of the cup to smell the chai …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Ooh! Very sweet!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… unroll the foil … a wonderful aroma emerges … careful bite … savor …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I think you’ll like this Peter! Chorizo maybe? Very nice pork!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  take another bite and savor the spicing … why I so like my Caribbean … local flavors and we work to present those to our guests! … and this is Kenyan local farfe …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thank you for this, Jekesai!”</span></span><br/>