Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Felidhoo is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the horizon, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got dough to knead?
First off, I’m in my little bakery on the corner of Hithadhoo Magu. It’s cozy, smells like heaven, and I’ve got my trusty oven, “Ol’ Betsy.” She’s seen better days, but she’s my girl. I’m whipping up some fresh roshi and mas huni for breakfast. If you haven’t had that combo, you’re missing out! It’s like a party in your mouth.
So, I’m rollin’ out the dough, and suddenly, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there, flour on my face, like, “Are you kidding me?” I mean, this is Felidhoo, not a horror movie! I run outside, and it’s chaos. The whole street’s dark. I see my neighbor, Aisha, trying to light a candle. She’s got this look on her face like she just lost a bet.
I’m fuming, right? I need that oven! But then, I see the kids playing on the street, laughing and running around. They’re so carefree, it kinda makes me smile. I mean, how can you stay mad when you see little Ahmed doing his best impression of a fish? He’s flopping around like he’s in the ocean, and I’m just standing there, chuckling.
After a bit, the power comes back. Thank the baking gods! I rush back in, and guess what? My dough’s gone all funky. It’s like it had a party without me. I’m like, “No way, man!” But I salvage it. I’m a pro, after all.
Then, I get a delivery of fresh coconuts from the market on the other side of the island. The guy, Ibrahim, is always late. I swear, he thinks “on time” means “whenever I feel like it.” But today, he shows up with a grin, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” He hands me the coconuts, and I’m ready to make some killer coconut bread.
But wait, there’s more! I’m mixing the batter, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I run out, and there’s a scooter on the ground. Some tourist just wiped out! I’m like, “Welcome to Felidhoo, buddy!” He’s okay, just a bit embarrassed. I help him up, and he’s like, “Is this the best island ever?” I’m like, “You bet! But watch out for the scooters!”
Finally, I get my bread in the oven. The smell is divine. I’m dancing around the bakery, feeling like a rockstar. Then, my buddy, Mo, walks in. He’s got this wild idea to start a food truck. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t even cook rice!” But he’s all fired up, talking about fusion food. I’m just trying to keep my head on straight.
As the day winds down, I’m cleaning up, and I can’t help but think about how crazy life is here. Felidhoo is small, but it’s packed with life. The streets are alive with laughter, the ocean’s always calling, and the sunsets? Don’t even get me started.
So, I close up shop, and I’m walking home along the beach. The waves are crashing, and the sky is painted with colors I can’t even describe. I’m tired, but happy. This little island, with all its quirks and chaos, is home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
What a day, huh? Just another wild ride in Felidhoo!