7. When Grandma was a Girl

Inspired by the tales I heard from my grandma every time you go back to her town and see those ancient narrow streets where my grandma set her footprints. It is a snapshot of my imagination of a street when you go back in time and imagine how neighbourhoods then used to sit outside chatting away while bicycles whizzed through while you hear the sounds of bicycle bells.

Having kahawa meaning coffee and sitting together outside with neighbours were the stories my grandma told me about while I grew up.