The Mother City. Home to me for four years. It’s not where I’m from but it’s home you dig? Like my mother she is gorgeous, vibrant, and full of contradictions but if you dig deep enough you’re sure to find some hidden delicacies in her cupboard. She’s thrifty like that. Easy on the eye but always has a surprise up her sleeve. No surprises today though. Mother knows what’s best and she knows my favourite things. I like, long streets, pretty earrings, colorful beads and coffee beans. Those are a few of my favourite things. 
Long street, Cape Town. In my perfect world, I live in a tent stretching from Wale to Kloof Street. Alas, life is not fair so I’ll take an Americano and chocolate cake on a comfy chair right next to my homeboy Che please *nyom nyom nyom*. It’s a sin to shop on an empty stomach so several scoffs later I perambulate (I’ve always wanted to say that) into the Pan African Market. If the jewelry gods are listening please send me a personal jewelry making person for my birthday but if you’re too busy I’ll settle for this
this 
and this 
After a few purchases there’s nothing better than taking in the ever present beauty that is Table Mountain. Like mama’s watchful eye she follows me everywhere I go. I like a lot of things. Too many to eat, see and do in one day. My name is Jackie Kwenda. Come with me. I’ll show you around. Don’t be scared. I know you’ll like it. Welcome to Cape Town.
Jackie
Category: Prosopagnosia (Material Things)
