Monday, October 6, 2008
oh dear what can i do baby's in black and i'm feeling blue tell me oh what can i do
I really want to be back in Kenya. I'm not miserable here, but I feel completely useless. The only good I am accomplishing back here is simply sending money to the people over there. I don't like the person I've slipped back into being over here. I liked being so many miles away from anyone and every one. I wasn't distracted by friends, school, and going out. All that mattered were the people there. I feel like I've completely abandoned them, and I am a horrible person for it. I love my friends here ( I am so lucky to have them), but I know I'd give everything up to be back in Kibera- and consequently I just can't find the urge to pursue anything with anyone. I got into Arcadia which is probably the best opportunity I've ever been given. I should be really happy- and I was for a few hours, and then I slumped into some crappy mood I haven't been able to get back out of. Getting into this program means I won't be able to move to Kenya for 3 years- although I can arrange to go there for 16 weeks during rotations. I can't believe I left all those people like Cyprian, Jackie, Lucy, Betty, and all the kids at the orphanage. I'm a jerk. That's all for now- is that good for speaking my mind Pat?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
cry baby cry
Monday afternoon I saw what I now consider to be the most incredible sight ever to been seen with these eyes of mine! I was lucky enough to assist from early contractions right up to suturing, childbirth! Yep, I assisted through out complete delivery of a child. It easily beat out the heart surgery I saw over last Christmas break, and it still seems surreal. I am still in shock, and I don’t exactly know what to write. I think the most amazing part was the look on the woman’s face after the child had been born. Thirty seconds prior she was screaming and crying, but as soon as she saw the child she was just so lovely and calm. Concerned only with the health of the baby she could not stop gazing at his slender body- she disregarded any pain she was currently feeling. I’ll tell you what- after observing the pain women go through I hold anything I have ever felt as a mere physical discomfort. Here in Kenya, and most of Africa for that matter, the men are not present during labor. They drop the women off at the clinic, and then return home. The role of men and women in families here is noticeably different. It is apparent that children are mainly for the women here. Taking care of the children is a full time job for the women, and men rarely take any part in their upbringing. As Edwina has stated, it is commonplace for the men to go to the pubs, and display no paternal qualities. Dan is quite an exception to the familiar and unfortunate role of men in Kenya. Edwina and Dan very much have a 50-50 type of relationship- each supports one another completely and take care of the children equally. It’s wonderful to stand by and see this- it also makes me realize how lucky I was to grow up with supportive parents who spent substantial time with me.
On a darker note: Garter was showing me images from the skirmishes that occurred a few months back. While I had seen several locations that had been burnt down in the chaotic clashes I do not think the gravity of these actions really hit me until this point. Within these images Garter had taken were men with numerous arrows through them, women crying, children dead. The most devastating was a video of a church and school, holding many women and children, which had been burnt completely to the ground. Garter has on video an interview with a man who had witnessed this event. He worked for the Red Cross, and the armed individuals would obviously not let him stop the fire. He explains how he is still haunted by the screams. Another portion of the footage is an older woman whose husband was killed. The husband was approached by a group of men, he raised his hands begging and clarifying that he was simply a preacher and a holy man. This held no ground as the men cut him down aggressively. The wife was forced to watch this, and bury her husband in an early grave. It is so hard to really grasp the concept of hate. I don’t understand how one can feel that much anger and hatred to kill ruthlessly. Life should be valued, and it is that simple- religion, tribe, color- it’s irrelevant. Those feelings of superiority and dominance are heartbreaking meanwhile frustrating to those who only wish to coexist. That is the key- if we could all just appreciate one another and coexist. This is when every one just says something along the lines of “wait until you’re older, you’re optimistic now, just wait until you hit the real world.” Well, I don’t feel any differently. I still believe in peace, and I still think we can accomplish it.
Some other things that I have been working on…
I am setting up a free medical camp for late July. For one day I will provide any individuals with free medical care. Chris and I are working on this event, and hopefully we will have a large turn out. We have a location picked out, and I’m working on contacting NGOs, University of Nairobi medical students, and pharmaceutical companies. Let me know if any of you could donate any money please… costs remaining after fundraising will be out of our pockets.
Also, I’ll be traveling to Ugenya on Friday morning for a few days to work with the Matibabu Foundation and clinic. I’ll be returning there on July 4th because Dan selected me to be the chief guest and speaker at an event. One of the schools located in Ugenya was ranked 16th and are now ranked 5th! In response to this vast improvement a big event, “Education Day,” is being thrown for them. This is where I will be speaking so please give me any advice on speech ideas!
On a darker note: Garter was showing me images from the skirmishes that occurred a few months back. While I had seen several locations that had been burnt down in the chaotic clashes I do not think the gravity of these actions really hit me until this point. Within these images Garter had taken were men with numerous arrows through them, women crying, children dead. The most devastating was a video of a church and school, holding many women and children, which had been burnt completely to the ground. Garter has on video an interview with a man who had witnessed this event. He worked for the Red Cross, and the armed individuals would obviously not let him stop the fire. He explains how he is still haunted by the screams. Another portion of the footage is an older woman whose husband was killed. The husband was approached by a group of men, he raised his hands begging and clarifying that he was simply a preacher and a holy man. This held no ground as the men cut him down aggressively. The wife was forced to watch this, and bury her husband in an early grave. It is so hard to really grasp the concept of hate. I don’t understand how one can feel that much anger and hatred to kill ruthlessly. Life should be valued, and it is that simple- religion, tribe, color- it’s irrelevant. Those feelings of superiority and dominance are heartbreaking meanwhile frustrating to those who only wish to coexist. That is the key- if we could all just appreciate one another and coexist. This is when every one just says something along the lines of “wait until you’re older, you’re optimistic now, just wait until you hit the real world.” Well, I don’t feel any differently. I still believe in peace, and I still think we can accomplish it.
Some other things that I have been working on…
I am setting up a free medical camp for late July. For one day I will provide any individuals with free medical care. Chris and I are working on this event, and hopefully we will have a large turn out. We have a location picked out, and I’m working on contacting NGOs, University of Nairobi medical students, and pharmaceutical companies. Let me know if any of you could donate any money please… costs remaining after fundraising will be out of our pockets.
Also, I’ll be traveling to Ugenya on Friday morning for a few days to work with the Matibabu Foundation and clinic. I’ll be returning there on July 4th because Dan selected me to be the chief guest and speaker at an event. One of the schools located in Ugenya was ranked 16th and are now ranked 5th! In response to this vast improvement a big event, “Education Day,” is being thrown for them. This is where I will be speaking so please give me any advice on speech ideas!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
little bit of an update
Things We Said Today…
There is so much to say about this past week or so, and I know I’ll manage to leave out about 50% of what I intended to say. Last Wednesday was one of the most stressful days I have had here in Nairobi. I worked over at Cheryl’s Orphanage on this particular day, and a simple class exercise turned into a considerably long ordeal. We asked the students to write down what they did today in English (no shorter than five sentences). Here is an excerpt from one boy who cannot speak English well.
“Man is cat. Sun is car. Fis is sun. Fan is rat. Man is ran. Cat is sat. Fulac is mauda. Rat is ran. Madan is sun.”
This boy clearly needs extra tutoring because he is not working at the correct level.
This was probably the best one…
“We talked about first aid because 4/four boys fell down. So they had to be dan first aid to them. And also we played and eat we had music songes too. We played with the teacher too much. The music was so nice we had Shakira song, Chris Browns, and Akon we were very happy to here the music very much we learnt maths, English, science, social and C.R.E. in C.R.E. we learnt that Jesus was the son of God and in English we learnt about nouns and adjectives.”
One little girl named Susan was having significant difficulty when I asked her to read what she had written. It turned out all along she has been getting another student to do her work in both Swahili and English because she cannot read or write. This was really disappointing, and we tried our best to deal with the situation. We informed one of the other teachers, and she explained that they would hopefully be giving her some private tutoring. I really hope so…I have a newfound respect for teachers I have had in the past, and those who stick with students to work through problems. Side note: I felt like McGuiver today... the one boy who was hurt (about 1.5 inch by 1 inch open cut) was bleeding considerably. I did not have any first aid materials so i managed to use some sterilized water to clean it, some clean tissues as gauze, and then you know those strings in your shirts used to hang them? Yeh, well i ripped them off my shirt, and tied them around the tissue as tape? Well, it's only temporary anyway, but it seemed to do the trick!
Octopus’ Garden…
On to Zanzibar (off the coast of Tanzania)… this was unquestionably the most backwards and strange 5 days of my entire life. We left for the Nairobi airport at 4am, and I was really nervous being out at this time. As we pulled up towards the airport Joseph (the taxi driver we are friends with) lectured us about the police. The police here are so corrupt, and all they want is your money. For example, police stopped our Ethiopian friend, Garter, who is actually a U.S. citizen, on several occasions because he was around a group of other white people. The police thought he was a tour guide (basically, that he had money), and threatened him. He refused to give them any money, and so they threw him in jail. He now carries a copy of his passport with him everywhere to prove he is a U.S. citizen. So anyway, as we near the airport I see several policemen as always strapped to their AK-47s. They slowly approach our stopped car, and take numerous long looks at Emma and I. They asked to see Joseph’s information, and then after a few minutes they let us go. We got off easy, and I could finally stop holding my breath.
Now for our flight, the flight was just filled with completely awkward and crazy individuals! For example, Emma and I were admiring this adorable young boy (probably 8 or so) who was hardcore overly enjoying his sugary strawberry jam that the airlines provided us for our croissants. After he finished the jam he kissed the container- yes, initially we thought this was ADORABLE. This kid really loves sugar right? Yeh, then it hit strange when they boy started to kiss his armrest, the napkins, the window, the tray, the seat, and the crawled under the tray and started kissing it. Behind were a British woman and her son who acted more like a married couple, and kept making odd noises resembling gorillas. The great part about the ride was DEFINITELY Mt. Kilimanjaro. We flew directly over it, and I got some awesome pictures! As we arrived in Zanzibar airport, which for the record is no bigger than my kitchen and family room combined, yes seriously! I found out the hard way that the Tanzanian government had boosted up the visa to $100. Thinking it was only $50, like it typically is, I was short of money (they only take U.S. dollars). So… my passport and my paper work was taken from me, and they told me I’d have to go back to Kenya. Lovely right? Considering this airport is so pathetically small there is not even an ATM within it. Luckily there was a bureau de change that allowed Emma to buy $50 U.S. dollars with the Tanzanian shillings she had just previously purchased. She happily lent me the money, and we thought the stress would end here. No, not even close. Turns out the travel agency either lied or was simply misinformed, but all power and running water was still off on the entire island. It has been off for a month, and we just found out it would not be back on until around August. So, no ATMs work considering there is no power. Our driver was making us really nervous for several reasons…
1. He hit a person while driving us
2. He would not let us take our bags out of the car, and kept saying, “what you don’t trust me?”
3. While driving us down south he pulled over on the side of the road, and we did not know why. We sat there for a moment until a man came up with a machete, and the two started speaking Swahili. We thought we were going to be killed, but after a few minutes we discovered that the driver and man were getting us freshly cut coconuts to drink out of. How nice, right? Now we love our driver, Abdullah, and call him our “Islamic Santa Claus.”
We arrive in Jambiani, and realize we cannot pay for the taxi or the hostel. Finally, we reach an agreement to write IOUs, and that when we leave for good they would come with us to town- we’d find a generator, and use an ATM. Right, well…let’s just say out bungalow was absolutely gorgeous. It was right on the beach and only 12 bucks a night- can’t beat that. The water was crystal clear in some places and in the others it was a phenomenal blue. The sand was pure white – it was paradise. That was until nighttime. Emma and I were the only mzungus anywhere in the area. We tried walking to dinner, which was only a few buildings down, but when all you have is one candle between two girls walking in the water trying to find some building it’s pretty difficult task. We get there and it’s pitch black. The “cook” tells us in terrible broken English that dinner will be ready soon. We are sitting in this room completely dark being the only people around for about an hour, and we decide that not only is no one coming back- but also if they do they’ll be killing and eating us. Yep, we were 100% convinced we were going to die that night. Eventually, the man came back with a candle and gave us our vegetable curry. We ended up eating nothing but vegetable curry for the next 2 days because it was the only meal that they made. As Emma and I held hands on the way back to the bungalow (this time with no candle at all) we fell completely in awe with the stars.
And When The Night Is Cloudy There Is Still A Light That Shines On Me- Shine Until Tomorrow
The African sky is the single most beautiful piece of work I have ever seen in my life. It appears like a black blanket strewn across with considerably large white Christmas lights pulled threw it. The stars were BIG and flashing bright- we even saw some shooting stars as well. I don’t even think the best poet could arrange words in the any way to give this spectacle enough justice. Our attempts to sit and observe the stars were spoiled as in the darkness a dog ran up and scared us. At this point we simply retired into our bungalow (again completely convinced we were going to die tonight), and went to bed (at 7pm).
I’d have to say the next night went a lot better. The next morning another mzungu couple showed up so we were no longer alone! They were a British middle-aged couple doing an overland trip, and decided after a couple days of no power or running water they needed to escape the island. We hung out with them for a bit, and planned an escape for the next morning. They were kind enough to offer to pay our bills, and we could find an ATM powered by a generator when we got further north. We spent the day on the beaches, and at one point during low tide we walked more than a mile straight out into the ocean. The water was perfectly clear, and we lay down and observed the women who were farming seaweed. I’ll tell you what- I don’t think there is anything more relaxing than soaking in the African sun while listening to UB40’s “Red Red Wine.” At this point I started to feel completely guilty for ever leaving Nairobi. My purpose here in Africa is to be volunteering and working hard, and here I am lying in the sun. I know it was only a few day vacation, but I think after you see those children and the families it’s hard to get their faces out of your mind.
The next morning we escaped to Stonetown, and finally an ATM was working. We also found a hostel that would keep on a generator from 6pm-midnight. We could shower! Yay! This was good because we started to break out in rashes since we hadn’t been able to wash the salt water off of us for 2 days. Stonetown is a really pretty little city with really lovely architecture. The Islamic influence is reflected in every aspect of the town. The women are covered from head to toe as well so we wore our scarves most of the trip. We spent the next couple of days mainly wandering about. It was very weird being in a place where you can walk around at night after living in Nairobi. Nairobi is known to be the mot dangerous city in Africa, and about 37 people die each day. Stepping outside once the sun has started to go down is absolutely out of the question. We headed over to this really beautiful place called “Africa House” in the evening. Africa House had a fancy porch area looking over ocean. The sunset was not the only great sight that the Africa House allowed us to observe. Right in front of us some younger men were diving and doing flips off of the cliffs into the water. It gets even better! To the right of them there was a large circle of men and boys performing some very interesting form of martial arts. It was really cool, and Emma and I decided to get a closer look. As we walked towards the cliffs this man put a monkey on my shoulder- totally random, but I didn’t mind! We continued this on the next night as well, and shopped in the little stores during the day. We also got to eat lunch at Mercury’s! This is a restaurant dedicated to Freddy Mercury who grew up in Zanzibar. Ugh, there are so many more stories to tell, but I’ll tell you all when I get home! Overall, Zanzibar was a beautiful location, the people there are kind and live by the phrase “hakuna matata,” and if there were running water I would happily return. As a side note- cholera has started to break out all over Zanzibar now.
So back home. I worked at the clinic on Monday, but two women were giving birth (the clinic is very small, only 3 rooms, and one doctor) so they weren’t taking any patients. I decided to go with Sam to Cheryl’s Orphanage to drop off some materials for them. When we got there we found that two children who had severely deep wounds on their legs the week before had never changed the gauze and bandages. If you put something as tiny as a band-aid on a child here they never take it off. I checked both boys’ legs, and the wounds were getting worse. I dressed the wounds again, and hopped on a few matatus to go back to the clinic. It was sad because the boys live together, and had the same wound on the same leg- they would not explain how it happened. This really only leaves you to think there's something happening to these children at home that was likely the cause. I told the doctor we would pay for the treatment as long as he would clean up the boys. He agreed and took care of them. This took up most of the day, but after we returned home I did some of my wash and hung it up on the line. Afterwards, we went out to eat to an Ethiopian restaurant with the four Graceland University students to wish them farewell.
Fixing A Hole…
Yesterday I worked a half-day at the clinic, and then met up with Chris, Sam, and Emma to go do some things for Chris’ organization. At the clinic I administered Polio vaccines to about forty children. The doctor has decided that soon I’ll be able to assist him during the next childbirth. On to Chris- Chris has started an organization called “Eating Stones.” He really is someone to look up to… he is only 22 too. He has been using all his own money to find a group of children (about 37 kids) new land and a home. These 30 some children were all sharing one mattress in one room. It’s just terrible to think of these innocent children born into a life like they have been. It is also hard for Chris because his work is business, but it is often a tricky task to separate your heart from your business reasonably. Chris has now found a new home for these children at a lower price, and has been working on forming budgets to get them food, teachers, mattresses, and all the other essentials. Cyprian, the doctor who works with Chris, has taking a liking to me (only because he likes white women), but offered me the opportunity to start taking blood, giving IVs, and even do a Cesarean section (talk about illegal in the U.S.).
I May Not Have A Lot To Give, But What I’ve Got I’ll Give To You…
As for now I’ve had several thoughts and concerns on my mind. I came here with strong intentions of leaving a mark. I just have this aching urge that I am not doing as much as I could. The clinic is wonderful and while I am learning loads of information I do not necessarily feel like I am doing enough. It’s an unsettling feeling to think of all the things you could be doing, but not yet knowing how to do them. I cannot wait to come back after I have finished all my medical training. I really do hope to have my own clinic here, or participate in Doctors Without Borders. I have been discussing with Chris my desire to have a “Free Clinic” type of day. I really want to get the idea of prevention and counseling out in the public. Chris has some experience in this, and we are going to work together to hopefully make it a big event.
When I Find Myself In Times of Trouble Mother LINDA Comes To Me Speaking Words of Wisdom…
While I have these feelings of inadequacy I have also been flooded with joy from those back home. It is amazing to see how one person really CAN make a beneficial difference, so take that you cynics. By me being here and relaying this information of Kenyans’ conditions to my family people are coming together beautifully to donate materials necessary to the betterment of Kenyan families. Dan’s brother whom I mentioned in a prior entry was crippled by polio at a young age. He has a family of four children and his wife that he attempts to support by selling candies on the street. No one will hire him because of his disability. During the skirmishes, because he was Luo in a primarily Kikuyu slum, he was unable to leave the house at all. Consequently, all his business was taken as well as his wheelchair. The man’s legs are in no way able to function. After explaining this in the blog my mom has worked on getting an organization to sponsor Dan’s brother for a wheelchair. How wonderful this is!!!! Also, the Church my parents attend has been working on a drive to collect materials to send here. The Church is also thinking about letting me be the mission for V.B.S. This means I would be able to distribute around $2,000 in ways to improve lives in this area. I am planning on splitting up this money down the middle for Eating Stones, and the free clinic I hope to plan! This is very exciting news, and its all thanks to you. Thank you, thank you, and thank you!!!! People can make a difference – all it takes is some action. So stop thinking about things and start doing them!
Things I take for granted:
Electricity
Running water (you never realize how much you use it…shower, brushing teeth, drinking, cooking, toilet, man for real!)
CLEAN water
Pillows
Blankets
Washer/Dryer
My family and friends
Internet
FOOD
Being able to leave the house at night!
I wish I could post more pictures and videos because I have some great new ones, but unfortunately it just isn’t possible here. I have so much more to tell you all and show you, but it’ll have to wait until I come home! I’ve been hearing it’s very hot at home, which is crazy because it’s getting cold here in Nairobi! Yep, wearing layers in Africa- weird right?
Oh and Rachel, just FYI- I don’t think it is possible for you to even fathom how much I miss you and Lil Dave.
There is so much to say about this past week or so, and I know I’ll manage to leave out about 50% of what I intended to say. Last Wednesday was one of the most stressful days I have had here in Nairobi. I worked over at Cheryl’s Orphanage on this particular day, and a simple class exercise turned into a considerably long ordeal. We asked the students to write down what they did today in English (no shorter than five sentences). Here is an excerpt from one boy who cannot speak English well.
“Man is cat. Sun is car. Fis is sun. Fan is rat. Man is ran. Cat is sat. Fulac is mauda. Rat is ran. Madan is sun.”
This boy clearly needs extra tutoring because he is not working at the correct level.
This was probably the best one…
“We talked about first aid because 4/four boys fell down. So they had to be dan first aid to them. And also we played and eat we had music songes too. We played with the teacher too much. The music was so nice we had Shakira song, Chris Browns, and Akon we were very happy to here the music very much we learnt maths, English, science, social and C.R.E. in C.R.E. we learnt that Jesus was the son of God and in English we learnt about nouns and adjectives.”
One little girl named Susan was having significant difficulty when I asked her to read what she had written. It turned out all along she has been getting another student to do her work in both Swahili and English because she cannot read or write. This was really disappointing, and we tried our best to deal with the situation. We informed one of the other teachers, and she explained that they would hopefully be giving her some private tutoring. I really hope so…I have a newfound respect for teachers I have had in the past, and those who stick with students to work through problems. Side note: I felt like McGuiver today... the one boy who was hurt (about 1.5 inch by 1 inch open cut) was bleeding considerably. I did not have any first aid materials so i managed to use some sterilized water to clean it, some clean tissues as gauze, and then you know those strings in your shirts used to hang them? Yeh, well i ripped them off my shirt, and tied them around the tissue as tape? Well, it's only temporary anyway, but it seemed to do the trick!
Octopus’ Garden…
On to Zanzibar (off the coast of Tanzania)… this was unquestionably the most backwards and strange 5 days of my entire life. We left for the Nairobi airport at 4am, and I was really nervous being out at this time. As we pulled up towards the airport Joseph (the taxi driver we are friends with) lectured us about the police. The police here are so corrupt, and all they want is your money. For example, police stopped our Ethiopian friend, Garter, who is actually a U.S. citizen, on several occasions because he was around a group of other white people. The police thought he was a tour guide (basically, that he had money), and threatened him. He refused to give them any money, and so they threw him in jail. He now carries a copy of his passport with him everywhere to prove he is a U.S. citizen. So anyway, as we near the airport I see several policemen as always strapped to their AK-47s. They slowly approach our stopped car, and take numerous long looks at Emma and I. They asked to see Joseph’s information, and then after a few minutes they let us go. We got off easy, and I could finally stop holding my breath.
Now for our flight, the flight was just filled with completely awkward and crazy individuals! For example, Emma and I were admiring this adorable young boy (probably 8 or so) who was hardcore overly enjoying his sugary strawberry jam that the airlines provided us for our croissants. After he finished the jam he kissed the container- yes, initially we thought this was ADORABLE. This kid really loves sugar right? Yeh, then it hit strange when they boy started to kiss his armrest, the napkins, the window, the tray, the seat, and the crawled under the tray and started kissing it. Behind were a British woman and her son who acted more like a married couple, and kept making odd noises resembling gorillas. The great part about the ride was DEFINITELY Mt. Kilimanjaro. We flew directly over it, and I got some awesome pictures! As we arrived in Zanzibar airport, which for the record is no bigger than my kitchen and family room combined, yes seriously! I found out the hard way that the Tanzanian government had boosted up the visa to $100. Thinking it was only $50, like it typically is, I was short of money (they only take U.S. dollars). So… my passport and my paper work was taken from me, and they told me I’d have to go back to Kenya. Lovely right? Considering this airport is so pathetically small there is not even an ATM within it. Luckily there was a bureau de change that allowed Emma to buy $50 U.S. dollars with the Tanzanian shillings she had just previously purchased. She happily lent me the money, and we thought the stress would end here. No, not even close. Turns out the travel agency either lied or was simply misinformed, but all power and running water was still off on the entire island. It has been off for a month, and we just found out it would not be back on until around August. So, no ATMs work considering there is no power. Our driver was making us really nervous for several reasons…
1. He hit a person while driving us
2. He would not let us take our bags out of the car, and kept saying, “what you don’t trust me?”
3. While driving us down south he pulled over on the side of the road, and we did not know why. We sat there for a moment until a man came up with a machete, and the two started speaking Swahili. We thought we were going to be killed, but after a few minutes we discovered that the driver and man were getting us freshly cut coconuts to drink out of. How nice, right? Now we love our driver, Abdullah, and call him our “Islamic Santa Claus.”
We arrive in Jambiani, and realize we cannot pay for the taxi or the hostel. Finally, we reach an agreement to write IOUs, and that when we leave for good they would come with us to town- we’d find a generator, and use an ATM. Right, well…let’s just say out bungalow was absolutely gorgeous. It was right on the beach and only 12 bucks a night- can’t beat that. The water was crystal clear in some places and in the others it was a phenomenal blue. The sand was pure white – it was paradise. That was until nighttime. Emma and I were the only mzungus anywhere in the area. We tried walking to dinner, which was only a few buildings down, but when all you have is one candle between two girls walking in the water trying to find some building it’s pretty difficult task. We get there and it’s pitch black. The “cook” tells us in terrible broken English that dinner will be ready soon. We are sitting in this room completely dark being the only people around for about an hour, and we decide that not only is no one coming back- but also if they do they’ll be killing and eating us. Yep, we were 100% convinced we were going to die that night. Eventually, the man came back with a candle and gave us our vegetable curry. We ended up eating nothing but vegetable curry for the next 2 days because it was the only meal that they made. As Emma and I held hands on the way back to the bungalow (this time with no candle at all) we fell completely in awe with the stars.
And When The Night Is Cloudy There Is Still A Light That Shines On Me- Shine Until Tomorrow
The African sky is the single most beautiful piece of work I have ever seen in my life. It appears like a black blanket strewn across with considerably large white Christmas lights pulled threw it. The stars were BIG and flashing bright- we even saw some shooting stars as well. I don’t even think the best poet could arrange words in the any way to give this spectacle enough justice. Our attempts to sit and observe the stars were spoiled as in the darkness a dog ran up and scared us. At this point we simply retired into our bungalow (again completely convinced we were going to die tonight), and went to bed (at 7pm).
I’d have to say the next night went a lot better. The next morning another mzungu couple showed up so we were no longer alone! They were a British middle-aged couple doing an overland trip, and decided after a couple days of no power or running water they needed to escape the island. We hung out with them for a bit, and planned an escape for the next morning. They were kind enough to offer to pay our bills, and we could find an ATM powered by a generator when we got further north. We spent the day on the beaches, and at one point during low tide we walked more than a mile straight out into the ocean. The water was perfectly clear, and we lay down and observed the women who were farming seaweed. I’ll tell you what- I don’t think there is anything more relaxing than soaking in the African sun while listening to UB40’s “Red Red Wine.” At this point I started to feel completely guilty for ever leaving Nairobi. My purpose here in Africa is to be volunteering and working hard, and here I am lying in the sun. I know it was only a few day vacation, but I think after you see those children and the families it’s hard to get their faces out of your mind.
The next morning we escaped to Stonetown, and finally an ATM was working. We also found a hostel that would keep on a generator from 6pm-midnight. We could shower! Yay! This was good because we started to break out in rashes since we hadn’t been able to wash the salt water off of us for 2 days. Stonetown is a really pretty little city with really lovely architecture. The Islamic influence is reflected in every aspect of the town. The women are covered from head to toe as well so we wore our scarves most of the trip. We spent the next couple of days mainly wandering about. It was very weird being in a place where you can walk around at night after living in Nairobi. Nairobi is known to be the mot dangerous city in Africa, and about 37 people die each day. Stepping outside once the sun has started to go down is absolutely out of the question. We headed over to this really beautiful place called “Africa House” in the evening. Africa House had a fancy porch area looking over ocean. The sunset was not the only great sight that the Africa House allowed us to observe. Right in front of us some younger men were diving and doing flips off of the cliffs into the water. It gets even better! To the right of them there was a large circle of men and boys performing some very interesting form of martial arts. It was really cool, and Emma and I decided to get a closer look. As we walked towards the cliffs this man put a monkey on my shoulder- totally random, but I didn’t mind! We continued this on the next night as well, and shopped in the little stores during the day. We also got to eat lunch at Mercury’s! This is a restaurant dedicated to Freddy Mercury who grew up in Zanzibar. Ugh, there are so many more stories to tell, but I’ll tell you all when I get home! Overall, Zanzibar was a beautiful location, the people there are kind and live by the phrase “hakuna matata,” and if there were running water I would happily return. As a side note- cholera has started to break out all over Zanzibar now.
So back home. I worked at the clinic on Monday, but two women were giving birth (the clinic is very small, only 3 rooms, and one doctor) so they weren’t taking any patients. I decided to go with Sam to Cheryl’s Orphanage to drop off some materials for them. When we got there we found that two children who had severely deep wounds on their legs the week before had never changed the gauze and bandages. If you put something as tiny as a band-aid on a child here they never take it off. I checked both boys’ legs, and the wounds were getting worse. I dressed the wounds again, and hopped on a few matatus to go back to the clinic. It was sad because the boys live together, and had the same wound on the same leg- they would not explain how it happened. This really only leaves you to think there's something happening to these children at home that was likely the cause. I told the doctor we would pay for the treatment as long as he would clean up the boys. He agreed and took care of them. This took up most of the day, but after we returned home I did some of my wash and hung it up on the line. Afterwards, we went out to eat to an Ethiopian restaurant with the four Graceland University students to wish them farewell.
Fixing A Hole…
Yesterday I worked a half-day at the clinic, and then met up with Chris, Sam, and Emma to go do some things for Chris’ organization. At the clinic I administered Polio vaccines to about forty children. The doctor has decided that soon I’ll be able to assist him during the next childbirth. On to Chris- Chris has started an organization called “Eating Stones.” He really is someone to look up to… he is only 22 too. He has been using all his own money to find a group of children (about 37 kids) new land and a home. These 30 some children were all sharing one mattress in one room. It’s just terrible to think of these innocent children born into a life like they have been. It is also hard for Chris because his work is business, but it is often a tricky task to separate your heart from your business reasonably. Chris has now found a new home for these children at a lower price, and has been working on forming budgets to get them food, teachers, mattresses, and all the other essentials. Cyprian, the doctor who works with Chris, has taking a liking to me (only because he likes white women), but offered me the opportunity to start taking blood, giving IVs, and even do a Cesarean section (talk about illegal in the U.S.).
I May Not Have A Lot To Give, But What I’ve Got I’ll Give To You…
As for now I’ve had several thoughts and concerns on my mind. I came here with strong intentions of leaving a mark. I just have this aching urge that I am not doing as much as I could. The clinic is wonderful and while I am learning loads of information I do not necessarily feel like I am doing enough. It’s an unsettling feeling to think of all the things you could be doing, but not yet knowing how to do them. I cannot wait to come back after I have finished all my medical training. I really do hope to have my own clinic here, or participate in Doctors Without Borders. I have been discussing with Chris my desire to have a “Free Clinic” type of day. I really want to get the idea of prevention and counseling out in the public. Chris has some experience in this, and we are going to work together to hopefully make it a big event.
When I Find Myself In Times of Trouble Mother LINDA Comes To Me Speaking Words of Wisdom…
While I have these feelings of inadequacy I have also been flooded with joy from those back home. It is amazing to see how one person really CAN make a beneficial difference, so take that you cynics. By me being here and relaying this information of Kenyans’ conditions to my family people are coming together beautifully to donate materials necessary to the betterment of Kenyan families. Dan’s brother whom I mentioned in a prior entry was crippled by polio at a young age. He has a family of four children and his wife that he attempts to support by selling candies on the street. No one will hire him because of his disability. During the skirmishes, because he was Luo in a primarily Kikuyu slum, he was unable to leave the house at all. Consequently, all his business was taken as well as his wheelchair. The man’s legs are in no way able to function. After explaining this in the blog my mom has worked on getting an organization to sponsor Dan’s brother for a wheelchair. How wonderful this is!!!! Also, the Church my parents attend has been working on a drive to collect materials to send here. The Church is also thinking about letting me be the mission for V.B.S. This means I would be able to distribute around $2,000 in ways to improve lives in this area. I am planning on splitting up this money down the middle for Eating Stones, and the free clinic I hope to plan! This is very exciting news, and its all thanks to you. Thank you, thank you, and thank you!!!! People can make a difference – all it takes is some action. So stop thinking about things and start doing them!
Things I take for granted:
Electricity
Running water (you never realize how much you use it…shower, brushing teeth, drinking, cooking, toilet, man for real!)
CLEAN water
Pillows
Blankets
Washer/Dryer
My family and friends
Internet
FOOD
Being able to leave the house at night!
I wish I could post more pictures and videos because I have some great new ones, but unfortunately it just isn’t possible here. I have so much more to tell you all and show you, but it’ll have to wait until I come home! I’ve been hearing it’s very hot at home, which is crazy because it’s getting cold here in Nairobi! Yep, wearing layers in Africa- weird right?
Oh and Rachel, just FYI- I don’t think it is possible for you to even fathom how much I miss you and Lil Dave.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
turn off your mind relax and float downstream
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There! There are some pictures, but the internet here is an absolute horror... it won't let me add anymore or captions so good luck understanding some of them! it's easier if you match them up to my blogs (ex. the picture of the shoes)
I'm leaving for Zanzibar (Tanzania) on Thursday until Monday with a Emma, a girl from England who I have met here. Google Zanzibar... It's going to be amazing!
There! There are some pictures, but the internet here is an absolute horror... it won't let me add anymore or captions so good luck understanding some of them! it's easier if you match them up to my blogs (ex. the picture of the shoes)
I'm leaving for Zanzibar (Tanzania) on Thursday until Monday with a Emma, a girl from England who I have met here. Google Zanzibar... It's going to be amazing!
Monday, June 2, 2008
i dig a pony
Yesterday we went to the Giraffe Center located in Nairobi's suburbs. The Canadians were going as well so Chris, Emma, Sam, and I decided to tag along. Steven and I are poor though so we decided instead of taking a taxi we'd take a matatu/walk. Sam decided to come along as well, and after getting lost a few times we finally made it there. I'm really glad we decided to walk because by the time we got there, there was no one at the desk, and we got in for free! Yeh, so I was disgustingly happy the rest of the day. It was so weird being that close to giraffe, and I took a ton of pictures. Giraffes are so beautiful! I put food in between my lips so on several occasions I was kissed by the giraffes...check out my video!!! The past couple of days at the clinic have been very exciting also. Today I gave HIV tests by myself using the needles. I also assisted in stitching up a little boy's head (it was AWESOMEEEEEEEEEE). His eye was about the size of a baseball. I've felt kind of like a pharmacist lately too considering I've been counting and giving out all the medications to patients. These experiences in a clinical environment just further convince myself my future is in medicine.
MORE NEWS: Guess who's going to Tanzania and Rwanda?? Me!
MORE NEWS: Guess who's going to Tanzania and Rwanda?? Me!
Friday, May 30, 2008
He helps you to understand, he does everything he can, Doctor Robert
The clinic days have begun! I find it so weird how people get excited over different things... how my face lights up at the thought of medicine and surgery while Sam and other people cringe. Anyway, it was an awesome first day (for me? it sounds morbid to say this). It was a very slow day, but I did get to see several patients. The first patient had a large flesh wound on her leg (Kind of reminds me of the Black Knight, ha). Right now I guess I'm just going through some training because the Doctor said soon enough I'll be giving the shots and taking care of the wounds. The doctor took out a medical razor blade...basically the same as a razor blade, I think they just add "medical" to make it sound more complex when it actuality it is simply sterilized. Anyway, so you take the blade and just cut right through-- yep just grab a hold of her leg and cut the infection right off. Afterwards we cleaned of the area a bit more, and dressed the wound with gauze. Oh no, this poor woman wasn't done with... it turns out she had malaria as well. So she flipped right on over and we gave her four very painful injections in the buttox. Lovely. After this we had two more patients with malaria and typhoid... this both resulted in yes you guessed it, more needles! So I have been learning to give shots both intramuscularly as well as intravenously. The next patient I saw was a pregnant woman (about 6 months), we gave her a routine exam. I got to hear the baby's heartbeat as well which was pretty cool. Afterwards, we had to test her for HIV. While this woman spoke no English, the doctor wanted me to give her the results. It was a weird feeling. The test they use is different than the ones we helped give at school. This test is a blood test where they prick the finger, place blood onto the stick, add the reagent and wait for the lines(2-3 minutes). Two lines means positive, and one means negative. As the blood slowly moved down the stick we all looked anxiously awaiting the lines. Funny how something as tiny as a centimeter line can change your life forever, right? The test was negative. I tried to explain to the woman that it was negative by shaking my head no with a relatively big smile on my face, saying "hapana" and "hakuna," but it still took her a while to understand. The doctor and I had a discussion regarding the HIV/AIDS pandemic after this, and some things struck me as interesting. He, as had Dan, did not really believe that HIV/AIDS was an issue in the U.S. When I told him I had worked with testing people back in the U.S. they were both puzzled, and said "you have that back there?" Of course we do! HIV DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE!!
bunch of blogs
5/22/08
Long Long Long
Jambo!
Well I have officially completed my first full day here in Kenya. The plane rides here were really great, and I was in amazement that I didn’t have my “White-Knuckle syndrome.” I also was astonished at how the plane ride meals were probably some of the best I’ve had in awhile –yes, sad coming from an Italian girl. Those British people feed you every two minutes.
PICTURE OF FOOD
We were lucky enough to see both the sunrise and sunset while we flew… it gave “ROYGBIV” a whole new meaning. The colors were phenomenal, and I took several photographs. We stayed in Heathrow airport in London for about four hours. I must admit the experience was entirely enjoyable considering 75% of the individuals present there sounded like one of the Beatles.
PICTURE SUNRISE
PICTURE OF ME AND SAM
Dad, here is a message for you, and I totally should have expected this…the man next to me on the plane was reading “THE SHACK”. Yep, you heard me right. Ugh I can’t believe it. I finally escape our house where I have to hear you discuss the book every single hour you are awake, and the man sitting next to me was reading it as well. This man is actually a pastor within one of the churches in Nairobi.
Our entrance into Kenya was very warming, and the tour guidebooks did not lie when they claimed Kenyans love to smile, and are always quick for a good laugh. Every one was very helpful and seemed quite happy to have visitors. Dan picked us up at the airport, and his friend drove us to where we are currently living. I have to be honest- I thought I was going to die on the way to the house. The way the people drive here is crazy! I felt like an idiot when Dan offered me the front seat, and I tried to get in on the wrong side. I am a typical American, and I cannot help that I prefer the left side of the car. The time difference is rather confusing (add 7 hours to Jersey), but luckily I did manage to fall asleep when we arrived.
During the Kenya skirmishes and chaos (Luo/Kikuyu) Dan, Edwina, and their family (Luo/Lua) were forced to move. They lived at a compound with other families, but “feared greatly for [their] lives.” Consequently, they moved to a guarded community. Dan and Edwina are wonderful. They have two children, Kyle (4 months), and Linyu (6 years). Mom, they were extremely grateful for the presents I bought them. Edwina especially loved the mugs (Teddy-I still think we should have gotten those Death Row Records mugs, but whatever), and apparently Dan was in dire need of a new wallet.
This place is very nice. As of right now I am only sharing a bed with Sam, but in two weeks or so there will be four of us in the room. Three Canadians are living here with us currently as well. Note- it is weird that when people ask you where you are from you don’t respond “Jersey,” rather “US.” These three are my age, and have been traveling all throughout Africa for over four months now (including but not limited to Rwanda, Tanzania, and South Africa). Any way, on with the day- I woke up at about 7 (and for the record, entirely drenched in sweat). My sleep was pretty good considering I had no pillow and a rock for a bed (I’m not complaining, merely pointing out the adjustments). It could be considerably worse. We had some chai and 2 slices of bread for breakfast, and there was no lunch. We accompanied Edwina and the Canadians through Kibera. We walked to the “yaya,” caught a matatu, and then continued walking along.
Kibera, is an incredible slum… google it, no for real google it. It was shocking. Kibera spans for miles. The hills entirely composed of trash. Literally, mountains of trash with goats picking through it.
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Stray dogs, chickens, and other animals roamed aimlessly along the roads. I use the word “roads” rather lightly considering these are compiled of anything but pavement. As we walked through the slums the recent conflict was apparent. Many of the shacks had been burnt to the ground. Sayings such as “We want peace, but they want war,” “stop the war,” and “no more teargas peace for Kenyans” was clearly painted on the shacks and walls.
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The crimes committed in this area just shortly ago are heartbreaking…yet the people remain so friendly. These people lack completely of life’s bare necessities, and yet they continue on offering a smiling face as they walk barefoot through sewage daily.
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Those back at home, for example in New York City, have countless materialistic possessions and push through crowds frustrated and annoyed with the world as well as any individual around them. Some look down on these Kenyans (most Africans in general) with ignorance. Kenyans should not be looked down on because of how they live, but rather we should look up to them for their willpower for living. We continued on through Kibera until we reached one of the schools. There is just so much to say, but I cannot find the words to say it. I wish I was more capable of writing eloquently or I possessed the technique for my rants to reach you. The school’s floor is entirely dirt, and it was not until recently that they had a few desks. Kenyans hold education as a priority, and everywhere you look you see children in school uniforms. This school, like most here, is simply a tin shack.
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Being white here is either like being an alien or a celebrity… although the two overlap quite frequently I am sure. After staring at us for about ten minutes, the children decided to come and talk with us. They were excited to get the chance to talk to mzungus!
PICTURE OF THEM AT DOOR
PICTURE OF SAM AND BOY HAND
This experience was absolutely amazing, and the hour spent with these children so easily beats out any day I have ever had. The children want a piece of you, any piece of you at all. At any given point within that hour I’d say there were at least ten children hanging on to each one of us. The children loved high-fives, and literally did not stop for probably twenty minutes straight… my hands still hurt. Sam and I attempted to show them “Miss Mary Mac”, but I’m not sure if any of them fully got it. The children were dumbfounded at my hairy Italian arms (thanks Mom and Dad), as they do not have hair on their arms. They loved touching my head repeatedly shouting “soft”, and quickly noticed the differences between our hair’s textures. I’m sure those of you reading this are in shock as you know up until this point I pretty much hated being around any child (other than LD ha!).
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While I did not want to leave, Sam and I had to continue on. We went to the Nakumatt to pick up some bottled water and exchange money.
Afterwards, we walked several more miles to reach Cheryl’s Orphanage. This is where Sam worked last year. This was definitely an experience. There were sixty or so orphans living there. The Christian influence is apparent all through out this place. The children were ecstatic to see us. All you have to do is smile at them, and they light up. They chase you around singing, “How are you?” repeatedly. The owner gathered all the children up, and they sang us several songs. It was really beautiful. We taught class for about 40 minutes or so. Thursday is art day so we just let them read or draw. All of the students who drew chose either a house, or a picture from the reading book to draw. Some even copied the words from the book on the paper. No one drew anything just from imagination, which I thought was kind of interesting. After class several children gave me the pictures that I’ll unquestionably be keeping. Even after the man walked by ringing the bell to signify that classes were over many children decided to stay. They wanted to read, and since there were not enough books for each during class they would stay after to read them. I don’t know many of us who would make that choice huh? After a while we returned back to where we are staying. We had dinner, which consisted of cabbage, avocado, oranges, and plain penne (yes Mom penne!). There was also a type of meat, but I chose not to eat it (meats around here make me considerably nervous). Dinner here is around 8:30-9, which is a little odd to me, and though I had not eaten since 8 am I did not find myself very hungry. Don’t worry Mom, I still ate a lot.
Dan and I just finished discussing my plans for the clinic. Apparently, he was under the impression that I would be traveling to Ugenya for a few months to work at his clinic there (NOTE: Ugenya is about 8 hours from here). I explained that at this time I do wholly comfortable being that far away from Sam. He has decided to try and find me a clinic job within Kibera, but I will be traveling to Ugenya occasionally for a week or so to work there as well. The Ugenyan clinic is in the middle of the bush, and you can imagine how different that experience will be. It is hard to treat patients when there is no electricity, water, etc. I am very much looking forward to it. Dan is specifically working on trying to find a way to teach HIV/AIDS patients to grow their own food and have better nutrition… the patients who are lucky enough to be on Antiretrovirals VERY often do not have decent amount of food intake. The toxicity of these drugs is mind blowing to begin with, and include an empty stomach the ramifications are dreadful. Dan has made it clear he wants so much to give these people hope. He is very much looking forward to me working there because he feels the patients will love to know that they are “considered human.” Okay this entry is way too long. La la salama.
Oh for the record, “Hakuna matata…” yeh they actually do say it, not just on Lion King!
5/23/08 Living is easy with eyes closed- misunderstanding all you see
Today Dan took me to the clinic I will be working at in Kibera. It is called St. Mary’s. It is a very small clinic, and I am very excited to working there. We then took a VERY VERY strenuous walk through Kibera up to the school. I think we walk on average 10-15 miles each day, and I love it.
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While we were walking today I do have to admit at one point I was a bit nervous. Just standing on the corner were two officers holding AK-47s.
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At the school Sam and I gave out some of the clothes/toys we brought here.
PICTURE OF SAM HANDING OUT CLOTHES
PICTURE OF THEM HOLDING CLOTHES
The children and teachers were so appreciative. After this we again played with the children for an hour or two.
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The kids are so full of life and smiles despite lacking so much.
BLACK AND WHITE PIC
PEACE SIGN PICS
JENNY LOPEZ!
One boy I played with was named Jeff. Jeff was born HIV positive, and is frequently sick. The teacher explained to me how she often feels sad every time she looks at him. Knowing someone’s status really does change the way you look at him or her, often times with pity. It is so tragic to watch Jeff, and how he is doomed to this life at no fault of his own. The Madame teacher then asked me several question about HIV/AIDS. She wanted to know if it was possible for Jeff to ever be considered “HIV negative,” and how long he would live. It was a little awkward for me to explain these things, but I attempted with the best of my knowledge.
PICTURES OF JEFF
Oh! The teachers also let us try some of her porridge- yum!
On the way home today we walked through the Toi market, and I bought two bananas (indizi mbizi talfadali!).
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Tonight I think Sam and I are going out to dinner with one of her friends from here.
On an ending note- Sam has explained that I have started to get my “Kibera Tan.” You think you are tan, but soon realize when they wash off that it’s all just dirt. Let me tell you I’ve never been so dirty before (when I blow my nose it is actually black). I really enjoy it!
Baadaye.
Just got back from dinner with Sam and her old taxi driver friend. He took us to an Ethiopian restaurant pretty close by. This was surely an experience. I had never had this type of food, but it was delicious. The restaurant ceiling was made out of baggy cloth, and was really cool to look at. All of the tables were made out of a large tree that was sliced (Dad you would have loved it). Paul and Jackie ordered for us (we had NO idea what we were doing). First, they brought out towels and a teapot filled with hot water to wash our hands. Then they brought out a large plate with a very large piece of fermented white anjeera, and poured salad as well as meat with some peppers on top. Then they poured a sauce on as well- this was made up of plenty of spices and lentils I think. Every one shares the food and eats with their hands (so I’m pretty glad we washed our hands before). I also got some juice that was very thick but delicious! It had avocado, passion fruit, and mango blended together. The food was really great, and I would definitely try that again. I was a little weary about eating the meat because I try to stay away from it around here. When you walk the streets and see chickens eating from the sewage it kind of makes ya think twice… or fifteen times.
Paul told us that a few months ago he was stopped at a light with one of his clients, and some men put a gun in his car and robbed him. I’m glad things have died down a lot since a few months ago. It was really interesting to see Paul’s Kenyan perspective on foreigners. He said that Kenyans always love foreigners, and we could walk through Nairobi in the middle of the night and not get robbed. Sam and I think this was a drastic exaggeration considering Nairobi is the most dangerous city in Africa. We asked Paul if Kenyans were happy about the joint agreement. He said that Kenyans do not want violence. They just want to work in a peaceful environment. On that note- I saw a sign today that said “Police and government, stop killing innocent Kenyans- we want peace.”
5/24/08 Old Brown Shoe
Today is Saturday, and has been a pretty easy day. Sam and I woke up pretty early, had some breakfast, and just listened to music.
PICTURE ON SWING
Around 10 we took the bus with Dan downtown. It was here we met up with his brother and his family. His brother is severely crippled (and I mean this to the full extent- his legs are in no way functional). During the skirmishes so much was taken from his family- including his wheelchair. This is just so heartbreaking. He sells candy to provide for his family, and as you can imagine this occupation does not bring in many shillings. His family consists of himself, three children, and his wife. We met at a café, and gave them some clothes and shoes. The one pair of shoes (Vans) changes to pink in the sunlight, and these were given to the oldest daughter. They did not speak much English, but I think they finally grasped the concept.
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Some clothes and shoes were given to the baby as well. They cannot afford diapers so they just use a washcloth. The baby needed clothes so badly that they changed her into the clothes we brought immediately in the middle of the café. Dan wants desperately to get these kids sponsored. The people here need so much- things we take for granted every day. Dan gives his brother’s family as much money as he can. It is mind blowing how much Dan does for the community as well as his family.
Oh and by the way- I have an address you guys can mail anything you would like to donate… a really good idea is glow sticks (you know those silly ones you crack for light?). Well there is not electricity here and they are so hopeful. Sam brought two and the people here have never seen them before (their jaws dropped). They are two for one dollar at Walmart, and you guys should send some!
Another note- Malea, I got compliments on your anklet!
Laura- you would hate it here… there are stray and dying dogs everywhere. Yesterday we saw a pregnant one with lots of puppies! People don’t really have them for pets here… they just roam around aimlessly.
Milo- the cd you burned me was a huge hit… I love it so much. Sam has very similar music taste to us so she loves it too. “Paper planes” is her favorite. Thanks again… oh and tell Belz SIIIJAAAAAAMMBOOOOOO!!
5/25/08
Golden Slumbers
So you may wonder why I picked this Beatles’ title for the blog. Perhaps it’s because Sam and I got 120391039 million hours of sleep. Yesterday the power went out for a long time (Dan is lucky enough to have electricity, as am I). With nothing else to do but read I eventually fell asleep. I’m starting to get a little sick – I’m sure it’s just adjusting to the new temperature, and very different air. I slept most of the afternoon, but woke up to go out to K-2, a club, in Nairobi. Two new Canadians arrived at the place today, but they will only be staying a few days. A boy and girl from the U.K. will be arriving on Monday as well. Anyway, so the nightlife here was so great. I felt pretty sick, but I couldn’t let the Canadians show up us Americans. The club was great, and I got two rum and cokes. I also tried some of the main Kenyan beer called Tusker. It tasted just like Coors to me. I was asked to dance by one of Dan’s friends…it was both hilarious and plenty fun. I’d say we danced for maybe 2 hours, and we definitely did not care how we looked- just the way I like it. They actually played a lot of west-life music like Shania Twain? Yeh WHATEVER. We requested the Spice Girls, but they didn’t have it.
So on to today…we were so exhausted we slept until noon. After we woke up we laid outside for a little because it was Sunday so there wasn’t much to do.
PICTURE OF FLOWER
I’ve been reading a lot- right now I’m finishing “Not On Our Watch.” It is written with a great background on Darfur, and what we can do to help. The power of the individual is highlighted quite heavily throughout the novel. It really makes you aware that while an event that can be as overwhelming as genocide in Darfur can really start and end with the power of one. The power of one is an incredible thing. I have not been here long at all, but I have become submerged completely in my feelings of inability on one or two occasions, but you just have to breathe…take it in…and figure out what is best to do. Here is a line that sums up the book pretty well…
The efforts of one individual -no matter how flawed, how scarred, or how seemingly small – can save a huge number of lives (101).
I had my first experience at the Massai market today. This is DEFINITELY where I’ll be getting all your souvenirs. It was fun talking to all the people, and trying to barter. Rachel, I picked out a lot of stuff for LD already. One man gave Sam and I a free decorated egg. I don’t know what to do with an egg, but hey it was free. The people there are hilarious, especially when they think they can scam us. The Massai market is every Sunday so I’ll make sure to go back later in the trip to get you guys presents.
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05/27/08
A Hard Day’s Night
I think I am finding adjusting to the people here harder than the conditions with which I am living. It is difficult to be separated from my friends at home…especially you Laur since I spent pretty much my every waking second with you. Yesterday was a busy day at the orphanage, and I did enjoy it. Today was a pretty lame day. We got caught up in town with the 4 new Americans, and Sam and I were not happy. It was a complete waste of a day, and I feel entirely unproductive. With all the free time I found myself missing home a lot even though it has only been a week. The mind is left to wander when it has time to think freely. I really hope that within this trip I not only help others, but they help me. I’m not sure what I hope to accomplish within this journey, but I feel very strongly that I was sitting still at home.. missing something. Whatever it is I’m missing I hope I find a piece of it. Every one says that to be happy with someone else you first have to be happy alone…I don’t know if that’s really possible. Anyway, I’m missing all of you a lot. I am completely out of my comfort zone, but I know it is for the best!
Long Long Long
Jambo!
Well I have officially completed my first full day here in Kenya. The plane rides here were really great, and I was in amazement that I didn’t have my “White-Knuckle syndrome.” I also was astonished at how the plane ride meals were probably some of the best I’ve had in awhile –yes, sad coming from an Italian girl. Those British people feed you every two minutes.
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We were lucky enough to see both the sunrise and sunset while we flew… it gave “ROYGBIV” a whole new meaning. The colors were phenomenal, and I took several photographs. We stayed in Heathrow airport in London for about four hours. I must admit the experience was entirely enjoyable considering 75% of the individuals present there sounded like one of the Beatles.
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Dad, here is a message for you, and I totally should have expected this…the man next to me on the plane was reading “THE SHACK”. Yep, you heard me right. Ugh I can’t believe it. I finally escape our house where I have to hear you discuss the book every single hour you are awake, and the man sitting next to me was reading it as well. This man is actually a pastor within one of the churches in Nairobi.
Our entrance into Kenya was very warming, and the tour guidebooks did not lie when they claimed Kenyans love to smile, and are always quick for a good laugh. Every one was very helpful and seemed quite happy to have visitors. Dan picked us up at the airport, and his friend drove us to where we are currently living. I have to be honest- I thought I was going to die on the way to the house. The way the people drive here is crazy! I felt like an idiot when Dan offered me the front seat, and I tried to get in on the wrong side. I am a typical American, and I cannot help that I prefer the left side of the car. The time difference is rather confusing (add 7 hours to Jersey), but luckily I did manage to fall asleep when we arrived.
During the Kenya skirmishes and chaos (Luo/Kikuyu) Dan, Edwina, and their family (Luo/Lua) were forced to move. They lived at a compound with other families, but “feared greatly for [their] lives.” Consequently, they moved to a guarded community. Dan and Edwina are wonderful. They have two children, Kyle (4 months), and Linyu (6 years). Mom, they were extremely grateful for the presents I bought them. Edwina especially loved the mugs (Teddy-I still think we should have gotten those Death Row Records mugs, but whatever), and apparently Dan was in dire need of a new wallet.
This place is very nice. As of right now I am only sharing a bed with Sam, but in two weeks or so there will be four of us in the room. Three Canadians are living here with us currently as well. Note- it is weird that when people ask you where you are from you don’t respond “Jersey,” rather “US.” These three are my age, and have been traveling all throughout Africa for over four months now (including but not limited to Rwanda, Tanzania, and South Africa). Any way, on with the day- I woke up at about 7 (and for the record, entirely drenched in sweat). My sleep was pretty good considering I had no pillow and a rock for a bed (I’m not complaining, merely pointing out the adjustments). It could be considerably worse. We had some chai and 2 slices of bread for breakfast, and there was no lunch. We accompanied Edwina and the Canadians through Kibera. We walked to the “yaya,” caught a matatu, and then continued walking along.
Kibera, is an incredible slum… google it, no for real google it. It was shocking. Kibera spans for miles. The hills entirely composed of trash. Literally, mountains of trash with goats picking through it.
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Stray dogs, chickens, and other animals roamed aimlessly along the roads. I use the word “roads” rather lightly considering these are compiled of anything but pavement. As we walked through the slums the recent conflict was apparent. Many of the shacks had been burnt to the ground. Sayings such as “We want peace, but they want war,” “stop the war,” and “no more teargas peace for Kenyans” was clearly painted on the shacks and walls.
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The crimes committed in this area just shortly ago are heartbreaking…yet the people remain so friendly. These people lack completely of life’s bare necessities, and yet they continue on offering a smiling face as they walk barefoot through sewage daily.
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Those back at home, for example in New York City, have countless materialistic possessions and push through crowds frustrated and annoyed with the world as well as any individual around them. Some look down on these Kenyans (most Africans in general) with ignorance. Kenyans should not be looked down on because of how they live, but rather we should look up to them for their willpower for living. We continued on through Kibera until we reached one of the schools. There is just so much to say, but I cannot find the words to say it. I wish I was more capable of writing eloquently or I possessed the technique for my rants to reach you. The school’s floor is entirely dirt, and it was not until recently that they had a few desks. Kenyans hold education as a priority, and everywhere you look you see children in school uniforms. This school, like most here, is simply a tin shack.
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Being white here is either like being an alien or a celebrity… although the two overlap quite frequently I am sure. After staring at us for about ten minutes, the children decided to come and talk with us. They were excited to get the chance to talk to mzungus!
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This experience was absolutely amazing, and the hour spent with these children so easily beats out any day I have ever had. The children want a piece of you, any piece of you at all. At any given point within that hour I’d say there were at least ten children hanging on to each one of us. The children loved high-fives, and literally did not stop for probably twenty minutes straight… my hands still hurt. Sam and I attempted to show them “Miss Mary Mac”, but I’m not sure if any of them fully got it. The children were dumbfounded at my hairy Italian arms (thanks Mom and Dad), as they do not have hair on their arms. They loved touching my head repeatedly shouting “soft”, and quickly noticed the differences between our hair’s textures. I’m sure those of you reading this are in shock as you know up until this point I pretty much hated being around any child (other than LD ha!).
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While I did not want to leave, Sam and I had to continue on. We went to the Nakumatt to pick up some bottled water and exchange money.
Afterwards, we walked several more miles to reach Cheryl’s Orphanage. This is where Sam worked last year. This was definitely an experience. There were sixty or so orphans living there. The Christian influence is apparent all through out this place. The children were ecstatic to see us. All you have to do is smile at them, and they light up. They chase you around singing, “How are you?” repeatedly. The owner gathered all the children up, and they sang us several songs. It was really beautiful. We taught class for about 40 minutes or so. Thursday is art day so we just let them read or draw. All of the students who drew chose either a house, or a picture from the reading book to draw. Some even copied the words from the book on the paper. No one drew anything just from imagination, which I thought was kind of interesting. After class several children gave me the pictures that I’ll unquestionably be keeping. Even after the man walked by ringing the bell to signify that classes were over many children decided to stay. They wanted to read, and since there were not enough books for each during class they would stay after to read them. I don’t know many of us who would make that choice huh? After a while we returned back to where we are staying. We had dinner, which consisted of cabbage, avocado, oranges, and plain penne (yes Mom penne!). There was also a type of meat, but I chose not to eat it (meats around here make me considerably nervous). Dinner here is around 8:30-9, which is a little odd to me, and though I had not eaten since 8 am I did not find myself very hungry. Don’t worry Mom, I still ate a lot.
Dan and I just finished discussing my plans for the clinic. Apparently, he was under the impression that I would be traveling to Ugenya for a few months to work at his clinic there (NOTE: Ugenya is about 8 hours from here). I explained that at this time I do wholly comfortable being that far away from Sam. He has decided to try and find me a clinic job within Kibera, but I will be traveling to Ugenya occasionally for a week or so to work there as well. The Ugenyan clinic is in the middle of the bush, and you can imagine how different that experience will be. It is hard to treat patients when there is no electricity, water, etc. I am very much looking forward to it. Dan is specifically working on trying to find a way to teach HIV/AIDS patients to grow their own food and have better nutrition… the patients who are lucky enough to be on Antiretrovirals VERY often do not have decent amount of food intake. The toxicity of these drugs is mind blowing to begin with, and include an empty stomach the ramifications are dreadful. Dan has made it clear he wants so much to give these people hope. He is very much looking forward to me working there because he feels the patients will love to know that they are “considered human.” Okay this entry is way too long. La la salama.
Oh for the record, “Hakuna matata…” yeh they actually do say it, not just on Lion King!
5/23/08 Living is easy with eyes closed- misunderstanding all you see
Today Dan took me to the clinic I will be working at in Kibera. It is called St. Mary’s. It is a very small clinic, and I am very excited to working there. We then took a VERY VERY strenuous walk through Kibera up to the school. I think we walk on average 10-15 miles each day, and I love it.
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While we were walking today I do have to admit at one point I was a bit nervous. Just standing on the corner were two officers holding AK-47s.
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At the school Sam and I gave out some of the clothes/toys we brought here.
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The children and teachers were so appreciative. After this we again played with the children for an hour or two.
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The kids are so full of life and smiles despite lacking so much.
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JENNY LOPEZ!
One boy I played with was named Jeff. Jeff was born HIV positive, and is frequently sick. The teacher explained to me how she often feels sad every time she looks at him. Knowing someone’s status really does change the way you look at him or her, often times with pity. It is so tragic to watch Jeff, and how he is doomed to this life at no fault of his own. The Madame teacher then asked me several question about HIV/AIDS. She wanted to know if it was possible for Jeff to ever be considered “HIV negative,” and how long he would live. It was a little awkward for me to explain these things, but I attempted with the best of my knowledge.
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Oh! The teachers also let us try some of her porridge- yum!
On the way home today we walked through the Toi market, and I bought two bananas (indizi mbizi talfadali!).
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Tonight I think Sam and I are going out to dinner with one of her friends from here.
On an ending note- Sam has explained that I have started to get my “Kibera Tan.” You think you are tan, but soon realize when they wash off that it’s all just dirt. Let me tell you I’ve never been so dirty before (when I blow my nose it is actually black). I really enjoy it!
Baadaye.
Just got back from dinner with Sam and her old taxi driver friend. He took us to an Ethiopian restaurant pretty close by. This was surely an experience. I had never had this type of food, but it was delicious. The restaurant ceiling was made out of baggy cloth, and was really cool to look at. All of the tables were made out of a large tree that was sliced (Dad you would have loved it). Paul and Jackie ordered for us (we had NO idea what we were doing). First, they brought out towels and a teapot filled with hot water to wash our hands. Then they brought out a large plate with a very large piece of fermented white anjeera, and poured salad as well as meat with some peppers on top. Then they poured a sauce on as well- this was made up of plenty of spices and lentils I think. Every one shares the food and eats with their hands (so I’m pretty glad we washed our hands before). I also got some juice that was very thick but delicious! It had avocado, passion fruit, and mango blended together. The food was really great, and I would definitely try that again. I was a little weary about eating the meat because I try to stay away from it around here. When you walk the streets and see chickens eating from the sewage it kind of makes ya think twice… or fifteen times.
Paul told us that a few months ago he was stopped at a light with one of his clients, and some men put a gun in his car and robbed him. I’m glad things have died down a lot since a few months ago. It was really interesting to see Paul’s Kenyan perspective on foreigners. He said that Kenyans always love foreigners, and we could walk through Nairobi in the middle of the night and not get robbed. Sam and I think this was a drastic exaggeration considering Nairobi is the most dangerous city in Africa. We asked Paul if Kenyans were happy about the joint agreement. He said that Kenyans do not want violence. They just want to work in a peaceful environment. On that note- I saw a sign today that said “Police and government, stop killing innocent Kenyans- we want peace.”
5/24/08 Old Brown Shoe
Today is Saturday, and has been a pretty easy day. Sam and I woke up pretty early, had some breakfast, and just listened to music.
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Around 10 we took the bus with Dan downtown. It was here we met up with his brother and his family. His brother is severely crippled (and I mean this to the full extent- his legs are in no way functional). During the skirmishes so much was taken from his family- including his wheelchair. This is just so heartbreaking. He sells candy to provide for his family, and as you can imagine this occupation does not bring in many shillings. His family consists of himself, three children, and his wife. We met at a café, and gave them some clothes and shoes. The one pair of shoes (Vans) changes to pink in the sunlight, and these were given to the oldest daughter. They did not speak much English, but I think they finally grasped the concept.
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Some clothes and shoes were given to the baby as well. They cannot afford diapers so they just use a washcloth. The baby needed clothes so badly that they changed her into the clothes we brought immediately in the middle of the café. Dan wants desperately to get these kids sponsored. The people here need so much- things we take for granted every day. Dan gives his brother’s family as much money as he can. It is mind blowing how much Dan does for the community as well as his family.
Oh and by the way- I have an address you guys can mail anything you would like to donate… a really good idea is glow sticks (you know those silly ones you crack for light?). Well there is not electricity here and they are so hopeful. Sam brought two and the people here have never seen them before (their jaws dropped). They are two for one dollar at Walmart, and you guys should send some!
Another note- Malea, I got compliments on your anklet!
Laura- you would hate it here… there are stray and dying dogs everywhere. Yesterday we saw a pregnant one with lots of puppies! People don’t really have them for pets here… they just roam around aimlessly.
Milo- the cd you burned me was a huge hit… I love it so much. Sam has very similar music taste to us so she loves it too. “Paper planes” is her favorite. Thanks again… oh and tell Belz SIIIJAAAAAAMMBOOOOOO!!
5/25/08
Golden Slumbers
So you may wonder why I picked this Beatles’ title for the blog. Perhaps it’s because Sam and I got 120391039 million hours of sleep. Yesterday the power went out for a long time (Dan is lucky enough to have electricity, as am I). With nothing else to do but read I eventually fell asleep. I’m starting to get a little sick – I’m sure it’s just adjusting to the new temperature, and very different air. I slept most of the afternoon, but woke up to go out to K-2, a club, in Nairobi. Two new Canadians arrived at the place today, but they will only be staying a few days. A boy and girl from the U.K. will be arriving on Monday as well. Anyway, so the nightlife here was so great. I felt pretty sick, but I couldn’t let the Canadians show up us Americans. The club was great, and I got two rum and cokes. I also tried some of the main Kenyan beer called Tusker. It tasted just like Coors to me. I was asked to dance by one of Dan’s friends…it was both hilarious and plenty fun. I’d say we danced for maybe 2 hours, and we definitely did not care how we looked- just the way I like it. They actually played a lot of west-life music like Shania Twain? Yeh WHATEVER. We requested the Spice Girls, but they didn’t have it.
So on to today…we were so exhausted we slept until noon. After we woke up we laid outside for a little because it was Sunday so there wasn’t much to do.
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I’ve been reading a lot- right now I’m finishing “Not On Our Watch.” It is written with a great background on Darfur, and what we can do to help. The power of the individual is highlighted quite heavily throughout the novel. It really makes you aware that while an event that can be as overwhelming as genocide in Darfur can really start and end with the power of one. The power of one is an incredible thing. I have not been here long at all, but I have become submerged completely in my feelings of inability on one or two occasions, but you just have to breathe…take it in…and figure out what is best to do. Here is a line that sums up the book pretty well…
The efforts of one individual -no matter how flawed, how scarred, or how seemingly small – can save a huge number of lives (101).
I had my first experience at the Massai market today. This is DEFINITELY where I’ll be getting all your souvenirs. It was fun talking to all the people, and trying to barter. Rachel, I picked out a lot of stuff for LD already. One man gave Sam and I a free decorated egg. I don’t know what to do with an egg, but hey it was free. The people there are hilarious, especially when they think they can scam us. The Massai market is every Sunday so I’ll make sure to go back later in the trip to get you guys presents.
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05/27/08
A Hard Day’s Night
I think I am finding adjusting to the people here harder than the conditions with which I am living. It is difficult to be separated from my friends at home…especially you Laur since I spent pretty much my every waking second with you. Yesterday was a busy day at the orphanage, and I did enjoy it. Today was a pretty lame day. We got caught up in town with the 4 new Americans, and Sam and I were not happy. It was a complete waste of a day, and I feel entirely unproductive. With all the free time I found myself missing home a lot even though it has only been a week. The mind is left to wander when it has time to think freely. I really hope that within this trip I not only help others, but they help me. I’m not sure what I hope to accomplish within this journey, but I feel very strongly that I was sitting still at home.. missing something. Whatever it is I’m missing I hope I find a piece of it. Every one says that to be happy with someone else you first have to be happy alone…I don’t know if that’s really possible. Anyway, I’m missing all of you a lot. I am completely out of my comfort zone, but I know it is for the best!
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