A portly middle aged man sometimes can be found down by the harbor front waving large live lobsters in the faces of tourists. This gentleman, Ali Hippy is well known by the locals and tourists alike, in
Lamu. Ali invites anyone who will take him up on his offer, to dine with
himself and his 2 or 3 wives. His guests are usually tourists. His
family lives in a dirt brick house located several blocks away from the
water front in the area of town without electricity.
I met Ali by chance on the harbor front. I showed some interest
in his much talked about meal and he followed me back to my
hotel. I gave him a small deposit and he said he would meet me
back at the hotel at a certain time in the evening. Being that
he knew the town inside and out and I had been there only a day
or two - I agreed it would be best for him to meet me. At the
pre-determined time Ali showed up with several more
Ali standing by the
waterfront with his lobsters!
tourists, picked me up at the hotel and proceeded to meander through
the maze of streets until we reached his home. By this time it was dusk
and he told us to wait outside while he and his wives finished preparing
the meal. We sat around with new friends for 30 minutes chatting. It was
completely dark by the time Ali motioned us to come into his house
We entered a small doorway - I had to duck under the wooden timber
holding up the earthen walls in order to enter. It was completely dark
inside because of the lack of electricity, except for several small
candles in the eating room. There were 6 tourists, myself included,
and Ali and his wives. We all ate a meal of fish, rice, vegetable
stew, and a little lobster with our hands from bowls on the dirt
floor. Food kept appearing until we could not eat any more. After
dinner Ali told us about his family and his life in Lamu.
Then he asked his wives to bring him his musical instruments.
They brought in several plastic buckets.
Ali began to pound the palms of his hands on
these buckets - his wives soon joined him and then Ali began to sing.
He belted out song after song, some in English some in Swahili. After
this fascinating evening myself and the other tourists present at the
dinner each went our own way and we all disappeared into the nighttime
maze of Lamu's narrow winding streets.
