Another Stressful Disaster

Hello Blog Followers.

Big News 1: I ate a mango and didn't break out! woohoo
Big News 2: I am leaving Kenya in 5 days.
Big News 3: I was accused of being a thief and a lier today. :(

Mombassa was such a nice relief from Nairobi. I'm back in Ngong, and even my taxi driver from the airport was like, "Be safe. They found a couple of bodies in Ngong in the last weeks." Thank you, Kenya, for bringing fear to my everyday. YET it has brought so much fun/wonderful memories/stories/people/and blessings into my life, I would never trade this trip... just parts of it. Maybe I'll write a book. ha

Anyway, Mombasa is much safer than Nairobi. We walked around at night without any problems. Not one person thought it was strange for us to be out after dark. Unlike Vampire Village Nairobi, where as soon as it's dusk you run for your homes.

I rode a motorcycle taxi like 6 times. :D It was AWESOME. My dad is going to kill me when he reads this blog, but I loved it. AND, we sat 3 to a bike. HA... if God has protected me this long, I figure a motorbike ride isn't too risky. 

Now, to the big story of the post:
Yesterday, two of the volunteers who were also at Tabby's for holiday decided to leave early. They needed one of us to deliver 2000KSH to Tabby. They handed it to one girl, and she handed it to me. mistake: accepting it.
I put the money in my Ziploc bag inside my backpack so it wouldn't get mixed with my money, and then us girls all went to dinner at Ali Babas Cave (side note: it's in a real cave on the side of the ocean). When we returned, the money was no longer in my Ziploc bag.
In the morning, I searched every pocket, every crevice, and emptied my bag three times in order to find the money. It was nowhere!
So, I went to Tabby's to give her the money I owed her. Then, I told her what happened, and said that if she cleaned the room and found 2000 shillings it would be the lost money. She left the room for about 5 minutes, and then she came back, looked at me, and said, "You took it. You took the money, and now you need to pay me 2000 shillings." I say, "No. I'm not paying it to you. I only have enough in my possession to get a taxi to and from the airport."
Then, she left. I left too. No way was I getting locked in a room with a mad African woman. I went back to my room and searched my stuff again. Still no money. Then, Tabby came into my room, sat across from me, and calmly said, "I don't really care about the money. I care that you're lying to me." I almost slapped her. Seriously!? I said, "Tabby, I understand that you're upset. I am going to give Fadhili the money. But, I can't give you 2000KSH right now. I need to get home to Ngong."
"Fine, I'll call Fadhili right now then."
"Go ahead. I'm not a lier."

Then, I packed my bags into my awaiting taxi, talked to Fadhili, and got back in the cab. Her husband, Cosmos goes, "Give me the phone. You aren't leaving." (Please... like they could keep me.)
"Here you go." I turned to my taxi," I'm ready to leave now." The poor taxi guy looked from one of us to the other and then got in the car. Bluh. I really don't care if she thinks I stole her money... but if I had I wouldn't not have told her it was lost.

Yet, here comes the typical part: I found the money in the airport. I opened my journal to write all this down, and there it was. Hello 2000ksh. At least now I wont have to hand the woman who accused me of being a thief and a lier the money, and I wont have to take the money out of my seriously dwindling account.

That's the big news of today.
God Bless,
Leah