Kenya is different but also the same
Seems crazy to think I left Sound Youth in fall 2005 to head to Kenya in January 2006. It’s been a long time with lots of life craziness in between, but I’m still excited to be back. Things are, of course, very different but also the same. It feels weird to have nothing to do during the day. I’m not passing through with my trusty partner in crime Cindy, or with visitors from abroad. I’m not here for a meeting, retreat, or hospital visit. I’m not here to do safari or show friends the giraffe center or elephant orphanage. I’m not here to shop for hair extensions for Angela or buy curry mix for little kitchen. I’m just here, soaking it all in.
Yesterday I had a leisurely morning wandering through the quiet house while the nuns were at work. There were signs everywhere about water usage – water is hard to find after 3 years of drought. 70% of Kenya’s big game have died from the drought, farmers struggle, everyone struggles. I made myself a glass of Milo and a fried egg from a local chicken – still dirty covered in feathers, dirt, and chicken poop. I added a piece of white bread with Blue Band butter for old time’s sake. I read the Daily Nation while I ate, and the stories were the same as they used to be. Matatu accidents at record high. School children are being molested by teachers at higher rates each year. Churches protest politics when they’re uncomfortable with women potentially getting more rights in the draft constitution. MPs are under investigation for stealing. Chemists are being arrested for illegally selling pills that are only distributed to government hospitals. The corruption, constant struggle, and harsh life stories continue. I read stories, cover to cover, then decided to run some errands in the city centre.
Before I left the house, Sr Mary reminded me to always look confident, always give the impression I know where I’m going, not go with any valuables, not go with much cash, and above all don’t dare go with a passport. Of course I remembered all of those things, and even took off my earrings, but it’s always nice to get the reminders and know people are looking out for you. :)
Funny enough, I was so pleased to make my way downtown solo and not get lost. I don’t usually get lost (thanks to the great gifts of ingrained spacial relations and intuition), but I admit was a little scared I might forget my stop in the crazy packed city centre, or not recognize changes in the city scape, accidentally get on the wrong matatu, or perhaps be rerouted against my will thanks to the constant auto accidents cluttering up roads. I hopped on a packed #9 matatu, completed with blaring Swahili rap and two flat screen TVs showing videos. Paintings covered all surfaces with captions like “Bootyful girlilicious.” Hard to believe the blasting music is a legit marketing strategy, but always enjoyable to know Kenya’s matatus are some of the most colorful and entertaining public transit options anywhere in the world (even if the noise can quickly cause headaches). The matatu was at least double the allowed capacity, which suited me fine. Standing in such a crowded bus in reminded me that if we crashed, I’d be padded with other bodies on all sides – a comforting thought considering the regular road accidents in Nairobi and across Kenya. 20/- later I was downtown and on my way.
I jumped off our moving vehicle at Lagos Rd and found the Akamba station for a ticket to Kakamega, got some lunch, hit a cyber cafe, and managed to buy a phone charger for a reasonable rate. I instinctively balked when the first guy tried to charge me 1,000/-, without ever having thought about how much one might actually cost me. I huffed a bit as required then walked away. I visited a couple other vendors and later walked away with one for only 300ksh. I never doubted my ability to still bargain and fight for a more fair price, but it was still nice to know I could do it successfully on jet lag after a long absence.
Made it back to Racecourse in the afternoon, in time to greet everyone as they slowly tricked in from their days. Lots of hugs and handshakes, lots of updates. I met Sr Sharon, returning to CA. I saw Sr Judy (now in Malava), Sr Jane (leaving Kiambu for Malava), Sr Mary O’B (in from a new community in Kisumu), and the young Sr Margaret and Sr Mary who stay in Nairobi. Sr Masheti is also in Nairobi these days, having left Kisumu after the riots in 2007 when thousand died and tens of thousands were displaced from their homes. Sr Dorothy is still in Nairobi, still at the university doing research around international development. And Sr Lucy professed last fall and is now in Nairobi teaching. Many of the older (white) sisters have returned to the States (Carol, Carolyn, and Mary Ellen are all in CA these days), and the unit in Kenya is heavily Kenya. Slow growth, but beautifully done.
After evening prayer in the chapel, we set out the food and ate dinner. Whole fish (on the bone with skin and eyes), sukuma wiki greens, ugali, and some pink soup they called mushroom (with no trace of mushrooms I could find). I was so excited for the sukuma and ugali – it my first time eating it in three years! I even had seconds of sukuma and ugali after I finished my fish! I was nearly falling asleep during the evening news, and was then in bed by 10pm.
I woke twice in the night again, but this time was wide awake by 3am unable to return to sleep. I listed to cats fighting outside my window and wondered how they had the energy for such long fights. An hour later the nearby Mosque began their call to prayer… sounding much like beautiful opera to my sleepy self. At 5am, I finally opted for sleeping pills as I wanted to try to wake at 7 or 8 and keep myself on a “normal” schedule. Around 7am, the mechanics next door started their work on broken down buses and I was up for another day with no agenda. I’ve offered to do any work Sr Mary, Sr Masheti, or the young Sr Mary could offer, but they had no work to give. So, I’m here at a cyber cafe, writing.
I was hoping to go to Eastleigh to shop for fabric, but everyone agrees it’s not safe for me to go solo right now. I’m all about solo adventures, but generally like to heed the advice given around safety. If the older white sisters and the younger Kenyan sisters agree, they must be on to something. Plus, the roads in the rainy season have become large mud puddles and are almost impassable. After lunch, Lucy will return from the school where she teaches and she will accompany me on a shopping trip.
Nothing else to report that I’m remembering right now, so I’m off. Hope y’all are well! Stay safe, my friends! xo


