after what felt like a lifetime away from nairobi, I returned during the week only to arrive and it felt like I’d never left. it was like I’d come home, which is ironic considering only a couple of months ago I wrote about never thinking I’d find a place I could live in other than australia.
was up ridiculously early to get the bus from arusha on wednesday morning, and slept for most of the 6ish hour journey. I thought it was a lot less than that the last time I did the bus but I always forget about the delays when you’re at the border and waiting for people to get their visas sorted. thankgod for the ‘east africa agreement’ though, as it turns out I didn’t need to get a new kenyan visa – something I thought was necessary because I only had a single entry visa, not a multiple entry – both in kenya and tanzania. winning! saved US$100 (but I still would have paid it if it meant I could go back to kenya…)
anna met me in the city and we got the bus home together, whilst it pissed down with rain. excellent, I didn’t bring any warmish clothes with me from tanzania (that said, I only have my denim jacket) so I was definitely saturated in my new hippy pants, cream singlet and scarf. gotta love wearing a black bra under a now see-through shirt as it rains… as if my white skin wasn’t enough reason for people to stare. spent a good hour on the bus home from the city, then straight to ‘volcanoes’ for coke, chips and kachumbari (the best tomato, onion, coriander and green chilli salsa in the world). I was so hungry so I ordered two plates of chips and two serves of kachumbari and nearly finished all of it, until I was about to burst. god I missed this.
quickly bought a few necessities at the local supermarket (aka the things that are supplied in tanzania but not in kenya: toilet paper, water, tea bags and milk… a girl can’t live without her tea) and then home to say hi to my beloved sisters, makena and vicky, our housekeeper jane and my host mum, regina. it was so good to see them again, makena’s face was priceless as I walked in the door. coming from tanzania where I hadn’t had water or electricity for 4 days, I did my washing which was about 3 weeks overdue and had the worlds best shower. never would I have thought I would miss the shower I hated so much when it gives you electric shocks and doesn’t have a drainage hole except for a cracked tile in the corner. heaven. I also managed to score not only my old room but also my old bed, and felt utterly content as I went to sleep that night. probably the first time I’ve felt as comfortable as I would at home in a long while.
the next morning, I was off to ‘little ray of hope’ to surprise the kids. I’d told evelyn I was coming, but she told me she’d keep it a surprise from the kids. and man, were they surprised. I was welcomed with the usual cheers and screams, but then a few of the girls came up to me and said “why did you cry?” in reference to the day I left them and I was a blubbering mess. then one girl, ivy, said “will you cry again?” to which I told her, “I hope not!”. I didn’t stay too long on thursday as the kids were still finalising their examinations, including reading and writing, and I didn’t want to be too much of a distraction. thursday night we went out for dinner with a few other people staying at regina’s who I had met before I left, as it was ashley’s 26th birthday, we had a bloody awesome meal at habesha ethiopian restaurant… why kenyan food doesn’t taste as good as ethiopian kills me. it’s got so much flavour, I need to start researching the best ethiopian restaurants for when I get home to melbourne.
friday I was back at school to spend it with the kids, turns out it was their very last day of school for the year! couldn’t have timed my visit better. we had such a great time, singing the songs I’d taught them (without my ukulele as I left that in tanzania), drawing pictures, counting in english and saying colours in english. the greatest surprise was that the clinic downstairs purchased some food for the kids as it was their last day, so we had sodas (orange, yellow and purple fanta), popcorn, biscuits, caramel lollies, mandazi AND balloons to string up. it was so much fun and such a beautifully happy day, except for trying to tell the kids to ‘kula pole pole’ (eat slowly) because their little tummies are so not used to eating that much food, or that much sugary and salty food. but their grins were absolutely priceless, especially as I sat with them on the floor to eat (they love that); they were so happy and it was such a wonderful treat for their last day of school. I spoke to evelyn who thinks there should be 3 or 4 kids who are should be ready for formal school next year, so they will be our priority for child sponsorship.
I also got to meet the beautiful little girl that was named after my sister, beth. if you didn’t read about her, you can read her story here. she’s had a rougher start to life than most people on this earth but now has so much love in her life, including two older sisters in australia. my heart was breaking when I held her, thinking how could somebody abandon such a beautiful little girl. I understand that circumstances here are difficult, but for fucks sake, if you don’t want to have a child, use a bloody condom. it’s not that difficult. beth is one of the lucky ones, at least she has been adopted by someone who will love and care for her.
evelyn told me the awful story of a little girl who lived close to her, who just learned to walk and wandered away from her home where she was lived with her mother and at least 10 other children, most to different fathers. after an unknown amount of time, the girl was found face down in a ditch by the side of the road, having drowned in the filthy water and sewerage that gathers there. people who found her tried to save her, but it was too late. why don’t stories like this make it to worldwide news? why isn’t this causing the same uproar as the bloody stupid names kanye or beyoncĂ© called their kids? this is a true headline.
this is the report card for one of the kids who has been sponsored to go to formal school. bernard is 12 years old, was a street kid after his mother died from HIV, is HIV+ and has cancer (kaposi sarcoma). this year, he worked really hard and has scored 453/500 for his overall year marks. the teachers remarks of ‘let the sky be your limit’ almost made me cry. bernard lives with evelyn, who is unbelievably proud of him. she constantly reminds him, as well as all the older children who have sponsors and are at formal school (part of the older ‘ray of hope’ group; ‘little ray of hope’ refers to the younger children who only started at the school in may of this year), to “work hard, always, because there is someone overseas who is denying themselves to extend money to you as a total stranger so you may study and have a wonderful opportunity”. these kids all deserve to dream as big as we do. this little guy, bernard, is a legend. he is so determined to work hard as he wants to be an artist when he grows up – and he’s talented enough, believe you me.
sometimes we all need a reminder that there is always someone worse off than you.
returning to kenya was good. good for my soul, good for my frame of mind. before I left, I was so sick of this place, then I got to arusha and couldn’t wait to get back to kenya – so it was great to see the country in a different light, as a country I love and look forward to visiting again and again.