Preconceived Notions

I think I was pretty well prepared for this journey, although I must admit that many of my preconceived notions were blown away in just my first month here. I thought that Kenya was going to be really hard—that it would be worth it, but that day-to-day life would be something I would have to be really tough get through. Instead I’m finding myself in a really natural rhythm, falling more and more in love with Kenya each day, and I’m surprised by how comfortable I am living here. [As a side note—I found out where my internship is going to be! I’m going to be working in Msambweni Hospital, and I’m SO excited. Msambweni is a really small town on the Indian Ocean about an hour south of Mombasa. I’ll share more details as they come, but my information is taking its sweet Kenyan time getting to me so I’m still pretty in the dark so far.] Anyways, I think that some of the ease that I’m feeling is because Nairobi is such a big and (surprisingly) international city, and I’m prepared for Msambweni to be completely different in this regard. I’m excited for the challenge; I came to Kenya to really get my hands dirty and I’m sure that the internship will be a great opportunity to do this further.

At the same time that I say I’m comfortable here, I’m so proud of myself for adapting and allowing myself to settle in and feel this peace despite conditions that are drastically different than what I’m used to. I haven’t had running water in 2 weeks due to Kenya’s draught, and whenever it rains our electricity is out for at least the rest of the night. I see things on the street, especially when I go to Kibera, which bring me to my knees. This leads to the next preconceived notion I had that was blown away. I was expecting to have an impact here—and I know that in small ways I am and will continue to do so—but far and away Kenya is changing me far more than I could ever change Kenya. It’s a very humbling reality, but I’m starting to allow myself to embrace it rather than to fight it. I have so much to learn and I’m making a conscious effort to soak in not only the beauty of the country and people but also the pain and the struggles. I don’t want to become numb to the cries of street boys begging for a few shillings, I don’t want to stop watching the sunset because I’ve seen it so many times. I want this experience to permeate my very being so I can come home to America and make the most with what I’ve seen and learned and let it shape the course of my life.

Missing you all and sending big Kenyan hugs! As an aside, we were explaining to our Swahili teacher (in Kiswahili) about the Scott Walker situation today. It was challenging and fun and we were able to get our point across pretty well. To sum it all up: “Scott Walker ni mwanasiasa mbaya na hapendi walimu!” ("He is a bad politician and doesn't like teachers!")

A Maasai girl going into her house

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