Saturday, December 26, 2009

Thursday, Day 2

I will forever remember what I saw and how it made me feel...


A picture of Kibera, a slum that houses 1.5 million people within a 1 mile radius.


Children we met in the slum who were singing, "God blessed us for bringing you to us".


A little dog I saw walking in the slum. He was searching for food but it seemed inevitable that he would not find any.


Journal Entry: Day 2: Thursday, December 3, 2009

I don’t really know where to start…

At times this evening, I have been unable to breathe in response to experiencing Kibera, the 2nd largest slum in Africa.

Kibera houses 1.5 million people and does not discriminate on what type of people live within it. People of all ages, tribes, and walks of life have spent generations living in the very vicious cycle of poverty. Kibera accounts for less than 1 percent of Nairobi’s land but holds more than a quarter of its population. This slum was a piece of land that was given to Nubian solders (originally a tribe from Sudan) as a reward for fighting with the British in World War I. Since then, other tribes have moved in and have rented the land from the Nubian landlords. After Kenya became independent in 1963, the government enacted into legislation for Kibera to become an unauthorized settlement. Therefore, there are no basic services, schools, clinics, running water or bathrooms that are publicly provided by the government. Consequently, people are living in absolutely dire circumstances with little resources to recover.

While walking through Kibera, I looked at most everyone in the eye. Some offered a small smile, some said “Jambo”, and others quickly looked away. I couldn't help but think what it was that they were thinking about me as I walked through their neighborhood with two shoes that fit and matched. With a hood over my head to protect myself from the rain. With White skin that automatically set me apart offering reminders of those who had colonized their land. While sitting with my thoughts, I heard children singing and my heart warmed. They were singing, “God blessed us for bringing you to us” as we walked by and as they clapped and danced. I danced with them for a moment and they laughed.

As we continued to walk through the incredibly muddy streets, we visited a jewelry making shop. They welcomed us with sincerity and smiles.

The streets were so muddy as it had been raining all day. Consequently, our shoes were covered in mud and the feces that had been thrown in the streets. As we returned home to the Kifaru House, two men, who I believe were the security guards, took our shoes and began cleaning them. I didn’t ask them to clean poop off my shoes but they did it without asking for anything in return. The kitchen staff did not have our dinner ready at the scheduled time. They apologized profusely when dinner came out 20 minutes late and treated us like we were kings in queens.

All of these experiences left me feeling incredibly humbled. It reminds me of the story of Jesus washing his disciple’s feet: taking on the role of a servant. As I write, I continue to be absolutely overwhelmed by the humility and compassion that the people I met possess. I feel like they have been cheated and realize that life can be so unfair.

These people who have, physically speaking, so little, treated me like the most important person. I saw more genuine smiles today, than I have seen in a while. The sweet voices of the children and their playfulness despite the effects of intense poverty, showed amazing resiliency. The men who so graciously welcomed us into their jewelry shop offered me compassion. The men who cleaned our mud soaked shoes exhibited much humility. And our cooking staff showed incredible hospitality. These people are simply amazing. How can I ever offer to others, what these people have offered me?

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There is an non-profit that is housed in the slum that offers micro loans to residents who would like to start a business. The non-profit loaned the jewelry making shop, mentioned earlier, a micro loan in which they have paid off and are now making profit. The jewelry makers create beautiful pieces from wood, stone, beads, and recycled animals bones. I'm still trying to find the best website to give out for people to place orders for the jewelry. Its a little more complicated than I thought but we'll figure it out.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Habari Yako - Hello , How are you?




I'm back from Kenya and am finding it very hard to put into words what I have experienced. I have been changed and I see the world just a bit differently. It seems the best that I can do to describe this trip and my experience on it, would be to share some of my journal entries.

Class 4: Monday, November 23, 2009

This afternoon was the last class before the trip. In between this class and the last one, I began to feel concerned that I am not at all prepared for this trip; not emotionally, spiritually, physically or cognitively. I have not bought any supplies, I have not sat with my thoughts, I have not prepared myself for what it is that I might see, and I have not researched nearly as much as I should about this country.

On the other hand, this is an experiential learning course, so maybe some of my anxieties about this are a little unwarranted as most of my learning will take place while in Kenya. Maybe I will always feel unprepared for trips like these, like I can always use more information. I suppose that this has been common in my work, this feeling of always wanting to know more or that I don’t know enough.

Also, something that has been on my mind is my role on this trip. Who will I connect with, what specific part of the trip will I be most interested in, essentially… what will be my specialty? It takes me a little bit of time to truly feel comfortable with new people, especially in groups. On this trip, I will be with a group probably 95% of the time. Even when I sleep, I will be sleeping next to someone that I don’t really even know. My hope, however, is that I can overcome feelings of being uncomfortable, challenge myself, and be an integral part of the team.

Here are some of the other concerns that I have been thinking about:

· Safety – according to the travel.gov website there has been some recent kidnappings of tourists for ransom.
· Will I be able to connect with team members on a deep level and will there be mutual learning from all team members?
· Will I have the ability to truly connect with the people in Kenya despite the language difficulties?
· I've wanted to go to Africa for a few years now and have wanted to be involved in international social work. My hope is that this trip will offer some insight into what kind of work I want to do, and offer a foundation for continued opportunities in Africa
· Lastly, I want this trip to impact me after I leave. Will it change my life’s paradigm and change the way I behave? I hope that I come out of this a little bit more knowledgeable, with more empathy, and with more compassion.

Okay… here we go....

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In reading back on this entry, it amazes me to think that all of my concerns were well taken care of of. Thank you to those who prayed for me and continued to keep me and the team in their thoughts.

My concerns were accounted for: We stayed safe. I was able to connect with team members on a very meaningful level, one of my highlights of the trip. I was able to form connections with community members and members of the African Network for Animal Welfare on a level that far exceeded any expectation... what a truly amazing people. I brought a Swahili book with me in which I used to continually challenge my language ability. I didn't learn a ton but learned enough to be able to connect with people. This trip most definitely laid a foundation for my international travel and work. I still don't know what that might look like, but I know this was the beginning.

Lastly, this trip absolutely changed my life's paradigm. I will be taking shorter showers, using less water, using more reusable items, being WAY more careful about using plastic bags, and will eat when I'm hungry and not because I can. I saw how these things effect others.

I hope that I never forget what I experienced on this trip. I know that my high will die down and that I will go back to normal life. I pray that I will not forget Africa when I go back to class, when I go back to work, and when I go back to my daily living. What a beautiful place. What a beautiful people.

More pictures and thoughts to come...