Thoughts

Two Cows for a Childhood

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Sophia

I lower my head and step into the darkness, where a teenage girl welcomes me with a smile, a little boy cuddled in her arms. Her worn out white dress, studded with tiny blue flowers, nearly reaches her ankles, creating an image too serious for her age. The boy must be around 2 years old, and the girl is in her teens.

“Where is the mother?” I ask the woman who brought us here.

“She is the mother,” Virginia says. Read the rest of this entry »

A Gift

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“If I know a song of Africa… will Africa ever know a song of me?”
– Karen Blixen, Out of Africa

I miss you, Eunis

(From Fri., Nov. 7)

I was on my way home for a lunch break when halfway through, on a reddish path amidst a bunch of thorny trees, I heard someone calling my Kimaasai name, “Naisoi!”

I turned around and saw a girl running after me. I recognized her. She was the one who grabbed my hand Wednesday and promised that she’d bring something for me today. (We had no school yesterday because of the “Obama day”).

She caught up with me and pulled two colorful strings of beads off her wrist. She then put them on mine, twisting the two together into a pretty shape, a sea wave of every possible color. Read the rest of this entry »

Life in the Maasailand: school and family

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Maasai women and some students at a school event in Olmaroroi
Maasai mothers and some of their students at a school event in Olmaroroi

I love the Maasailand. It is hard not to. It is so easy to like and be liked here, to give and accept, to listen and hear. People are kind, sincere and humble. They take great pride in their ways, yet they open their minds easily. You have to keep your mind wide open too, because new experiences await you aroud every corner. While people are good, life is often hard, and it is important to be flexible and patient. Read the rest of this entry »

I Bless the Rains Down in Africa

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We took a long walk during my second day in the Maasailand and met some boys who showed us their dogs. I never left the house without water and sunscreen again.
We went to a nearby village during my second day in the Maasailand and met some boys who showed us their dogs. The two-hour walk was somewhat of a survival lesson. I never left the house without water and sunscreen again. The dog lost balance and fell. And yes, the boy wore my shades upside down : )

To experience true rebirth of your world, wait for the rain in Kenya. Wait just long enough during the intolerably hot dry season and you, too, will be reborn.

We had a week of the most impossible, scorching heat, when the back of your neck feels like a skillet, and the tiny drops of sweat emerge just under the tip of your nose. Read the rest of this entry »

Guardian Angels

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Bright afternoon sun was wondering through the open door and along the floor of our living room, to the simple but comfy blue couches Simon picked, on which out guests sat. It was a sweet, relaxing Sunday, and the conversation revolved around motherly love.

Suddenly, I heard Maggie sob on the chair to my right. Read the rest of this entry »

Black and White

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I know, I said I’d try to write on weekends. And I’ve tried. But the Internet access I have (or rather don’t have) is far from adequate, so without further explanations, I’ll get to the point.

To say that I love it in the Maasailand in Kenya would be saying nothing. Words are weak carriers of the things I see, hear and learn every day. Life is comprised of drastic differences here: Read the rest of this entry »

AND the Bad

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“It’s takin’ whatever comes your way, the good AND the bad, that give life flavor. It’s all the stuff rolled together that makes life worth livin’.” – Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata, Animal Crossing: Wild World, 2005.

When chocolate fails, I turn to writing for comfort. I was supposed to be in Kenya today. I missed my flight. So many things related to this trip have gone wrong, before I even took off. I can’t give up though; all I can do is try to get a better grip of my destiny. I’ll be in Kenya on Friday.

It’s Not You, Europe; It’s Me…

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Student protest in Rome
Student protest in Rome

Rome was grey and rainy this morning, and I figured I’d stay in and do some reading, a certain mental preparation for tomorrow’s trip. I feel as if my brain has been detached from my body lately. My legs wonder among the ruins of this ancient civilization, but my mind is deeply rooted in the present. Read the rest of this entry »

Mosquito Nets

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“If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito” ~Betty Reese

My mosquito net arrived in the mail today. Yay! Doesn’t take much to get this one excited. It’s navy green (I bought it from Army Surplus World, which was a great deal by the way… if you ever need a mosquito net?), and super lightweight. Read the rest of this entry »

Where Do I Start?

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Welcome to my blog on Africa. It’s the way for me to share what I’m doing and why I’m doing it, the way to hopefully organize these piles of napkins with writing all over them, the countless files on my desktop and the restless thoughts in my head. 

I’m flying to Nairobi October 29 for a short orientation (I think) and then heading to Kimuka, a Maasai village not far from Ngong. Read the rest of this entry »