I was walking home from work yesterday and a man wearing a blue jacket and baseball cap walked towards me. He was carrying a piece of equipment on his shoulder, an old-fashioned pedal operated grinder. Yahoo! I’d been waiting to run into one of these guys since I got back to Kenya.
I asked if he sharpened knives and through a combination of English, Swahili and pointing, he agreed to come to our place. He waited at the gate, and I dashed into the kitchen, snatched up five dull knives and after five minutes and three dollars, voila! Razor sharp knives. No more sawing through a bunch of celery or squashing tomatoes with a dull knife.
This is one of the many things I love about living in this country- good old fashioned tradesmen who make house calls.