I am having a hard time believing that I am really here in what will be my home for the next long while. Sometimes when I have been in the house for a few hours or wake up in the morning I remember and it makes me smile. I never, ever thought I would be … Continue reading Here
Dear Africa, I don’t mean to be mean. We haven’t gotten off to a rough start exactly. Safari was great and I have crossed paths with some lovely people. The robbery, while not my fav, could have been much worse. Getting really sick the next day though just seemed a bit like adding insult to … Continue reading Love Note?
I have written about 6 starter sentences and erased all of them and I am not sure how to start this. So lets just dive in, shall we? Upon arriving back at the flat after church we (the lady with whom I am staying and I) were having a lot of trouble getting the key … Continue reading My Headlamp, Really?!
Yesterday was the first day I went to the streets, to the kids on the streets, in their environment, where they live. It was tough. We went to, not a slum exactly, but pretty darn close. Walked a little ways through a market and some buildings to what they call a base. It is an area … Continue reading Day at the Slum and some Mad Props
Today was an interesting day at the centre. I and the 2 other non-Kenyans in the office were told that today was our day to plan games and teach a song or two. So we had some ideas and I had planned on a fair amount of winging it…as you never really know how things … Continue reading Kids on Strike
This is a picture of me when I was about 5. Apparently kiddos and I go way back. Continue reading Old School
During my solo treks during the day my mind is usually doing one of two things. Singing a few lines of a song that is stuck there, or in an ongoing narrative to which there is no audience. I write like I think. Maybe I think like I write…In any case, in my little mind … Continue reading Monologue
The boys center is where I am spending most of my afternoons. Still, obviously, I do not understand 98% of what the boys say. So I usually sit with one of the COH folks and listen to them converse in Kiswahili. Sometimes they kind of translate what’s going on, and sometimes they don’t. Which is … Continue reading Sadness and Rats and Hope
A few amusing snippets from these first few weeks. When I was on safari we had been on a particularly long game drive. I really had to pee. Our small convoy stopped and a fellow got out and relieved himself. Another lady went to go behind a bush out a ways, so I decided to join … Continue reading Bananas and Other Stories
As I await things to settle following the referendum voting and my desert home, I am in Nairobi working with Kenya Children of Hope (http://www.kenyachildrenofhope.org/). I am so thankful for the opportunity to basically tag a long and learn from them while I am here. The fact that it is in walking distance from where … Continue reading Nairobi