Yesterday I braved Kenya's public transportation alone! I was hoping to have a friend go into Nairobi with me, but it didn't happen. No one was actually home when I woke up.
I walked to the open air market where the buses all gather. I knew I had to take bus 111, but they all look different and none have numbers. One guy grabbed my arm and said, "Bus 111?" I said, "Yes," and climbed on, but it felt nerve raking, so I got off. I hopped on another bus. It felt better not to get shoved onto a bus. I rode the 30 min ride into Nairobi. It was fun. :) When I reached my stop, the conductor guy said, "You're OK now." haha. He must have sensed how nervous I was.
After my adventure in Nairobi purchasing a thermos (to replace the one I broke at the orphanage), water, soap, and fixing my cell phone, I hopped back onto a bus. I felt so brave to travel by myself after what had happened last weekend. My dad didn't want me to travel alone, but it is different here. Everyone takes the bus or matatu. They are 14 passenger vans that drive CRAZY! I avoid those.
That afternoon, I went to visit the orphanage. No one was there. So strange since usually there are 34 children running around. They all go to church on Saturday.
This morning I went to church again. It was such a blessing. I love African church services. They love and depend on the Lord so much that you can't help feeling uplifted. I want to love like them. :)
After church, Jack and I went shopping in the market. It's our day to cook. Vince sent me some recipes to follow. :) Thank goodness because I am the lamest cook ever...We are making spaghetti.
God Bless, Leah
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Weekend Off
Hey All!
Well, it's been one week in Kenya and so far so pretty exciting things have happend. ;)
As Deb Shelhaas put it, "now you can cross being robbed in a foreign country off your bucket list." hahaha. SO true. My recomendation is that if it's on YOUR bucket list... just say you did and dont do it. :)
Sat: Robbed
Sun: I experienced my first African penticostal church. IT WAS AMAZING! They danced, sang loudly, screamed into microphones the truth of God's love and providence. It was a sermon I really needed to hear after the night previous. After church we went to the police station (again) to give our statements (again) and recieve our abstracts... which I proceeded to lose after 2 hours in my posession. My brain was basically useless for 48hrs after the attack.
Mon: Embassy day with Rhianna (another girl who was robbed). First we went to the US Embassy, but it was closed for Martin Luther King Day. UGH! Seriously!? Starbucks isn't closed that day... shouldn't the US EMBASSY be open? But it turned out ok because the taxi driver and I had to spend 5 hours in the Canadian Embassy parking lot to wait for Rhianna. We took naps, read magazines, smelled flowers, discussed Obama (people in Kenya love that he's Kenyan. Everyone asks, "Do you think I look like Obama?" hahaha).
Also, that night Heidi, Deb, and my mom called to tell me to stay. SO, another awesome God moment: If the embassy had been open, I would have changed my flight already to leave. I wouldn't have been able to stay.
Tue: Went to Nairobi to buy a cell phone. First day at work placement. It was mainly a tour day. I met Madame Morra and the kids. Most of the kids are HIV+ and are pretty sickly. If you'd like to pray for them, they could use it.
Wed: First day of work. HARD WORK. It took about 6 hours to wash dishes, wash Kepha (the baby), sweep and mop the house, and start lunch. ThIs is because there is no elecricity or running water. Everything is such a process.
Thur: Another day of work, but it seemed to go better. I was sick however after work because Morra fed me way too much. She was proud of having food, and wanted to spoil her guest. Little does she know I eat like a 1st grader....barely.
Fri: Woke up still sick. The bathroom has become my best friend in Kenya. (yes I know... tmi) So, I didn't go back to work that day, and instead crawled back into bed till 2pm after being sick for 3 hours. At night, I ran some errands and went to the market with Naomi (my host mom) and Jamima (her sister). It was fun. I got 3 mangos for the equivalent of $.80! I also got to call all my best friends and family. It was great.
Today: I've lost my bank card and driver's license. I checked my account and there is no suspicious activity. I have to all the bank today (if heidi or mom read this... could you call for me?). I need to ask for another card sent to me (the office or the embassy).
I am also headed into Nairobi to get my phone fixed, because I can't recieve calls for some reason. Annoying. I also am going to go shopping a little. Then, I'm visiting Morra so she knows I'm OK. I'm going to teach Naomi and Jamima SKIPBO today. :)
Thanks for all your support!
Leah
Well, it's been one week in Kenya and so far so pretty exciting things have happend. ;)
As Deb Shelhaas put it, "now you can cross being robbed in a foreign country off your bucket list." hahaha. SO true. My recomendation is that if it's on YOUR bucket list... just say you did and dont do it. :)
Sat: Robbed
Sun: I experienced my first African penticostal church. IT WAS AMAZING! They danced, sang loudly, screamed into microphones the truth of God's love and providence. It was a sermon I really needed to hear after the night previous. After church we went to the police station (again) to give our statements (again) and recieve our abstracts... which I proceeded to lose after 2 hours in my posession. My brain was basically useless for 48hrs after the attack.
Mon: Embassy day with Rhianna (another girl who was robbed). First we went to the US Embassy, but it was closed for Martin Luther King Day. UGH! Seriously!? Starbucks isn't closed that day... shouldn't the US EMBASSY be open? But it turned out ok because the taxi driver and I had to spend 5 hours in the Canadian Embassy parking lot to wait for Rhianna. We took naps, read magazines, smelled flowers, discussed Obama (people in Kenya love that he's Kenyan. Everyone asks, "Do you think I look like Obama?" hahaha).
Also, that night Heidi, Deb, and my mom called to tell me to stay. SO, another awesome God moment: If the embassy had been open, I would have changed my flight already to leave. I wouldn't have been able to stay.
Tue: Went to Nairobi to buy a cell phone. First day at work placement. It was mainly a tour day. I met Madame Morra and the kids. Most of the kids are HIV+ and are pretty sickly. If you'd like to pray for them, they could use it.
Wed: First day of work. HARD WORK. It took about 6 hours to wash dishes, wash Kepha (the baby), sweep and mop the house, and start lunch. ThIs is because there is no elecricity or running water. Everything is such a process.
Thur: Another day of work, but it seemed to go better. I was sick however after work because Morra fed me way too much. She was proud of having food, and wanted to spoil her guest. Little does she know I eat like a 1st grader....barely.
Fri: Woke up still sick. The bathroom has become my best friend in Kenya. (yes I know... tmi) So, I didn't go back to work that day, and instead crawled back into bed till 2pm after being sick for 3 hours. At night, I ran some errands and went to the market with Naomi (my host mom) and Jamima (her sister). It was fun. I got 3 mangos for the equivalent of $.80! I also got to call all my best friends and family. It was great.
Today: I've lost my bank card and driver's license. I checked my account and there is no suspicious activity. I have to all the bank today (if heidi or mom read this... could you call for me?). I need to ask for another card sent to me (the office or the embassy).
I am also headed into Nairobi to get my phone fixed, because I can't recieve calls for some reason. Annoying. I also am going to go shopping a little. Then, I'm visiting Morra so she knows I'm OK. I'm going to teach Naomi and Jamima SKIPBO today. :)
Thanks for all your support!
Leah
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Attacked
I just found a cyber cafe... it's actually across from my house! haha. I am staying with a host mom named, Naomi. She is so nice and sweet. Her English is great. I may be spending my last week with the missionaries from my church, however.
I really love my placement. I work in an orphanage house run by only one woman named, Momma Morra. She takes care of 34 children with no electricity, water, or income other than selling eggs and chickens. I know I am helping her a lot. She is such a wonderful lady. Except she feeds me too much compared to the kids and now I am having a sick stomache. I tell her, "just a little please," and she gives me a double portion.
Here are the details of the attack that happened my first 24hours in Kenya:
Me, two other volunteers, and a Fadhili worker were the last group waiting to go to our placements. Were in a gated and gaurded compound, but a car came in and the thugs followed. I didn't see how many there were, but the other girls said there were about 6-7 and two had guns. I just noticed a group of people coming from the street yelling, "get down. get down!" I thought there was trouble on the street so I ran to the wall. I man came and shoved me while grabbing my cross chain from my neck onto the ground. Thankfully, I fell on a pillow, otherwise I may have been badly hurt.
I lay face down for what seemed like forever. I heard people yelling and crying, but my mind was strangely blank. I didn't pray; I didn't think; I didn't know really what was going on. A man came and grabbed my legs. He said, "lay like this." I knew what he meant and flipped over. He patted my pockets, but all I had in them was eye drops. He grabbed them and then put the bottle back into my pocket. (I guess it was too borring to steal).
Then, I heard a car drive away and a lot of hands and feet above me. I seriously just layed staring at the sky and noticed how blue it was. It was strange. I felt so calm, until they left. Then I started crying.
People from the street came rushing in saying, "Polli, Polli, Sorry, Sorry," They felt so bad.
To make a very long ending short: the police stopped the car and reteaved our bags. The theives got away with all our cash and electronics, and my glasses! (strange thing to steal). We still have our credit cards and passports.
It is very strange. I am a celebrity in Ngong. People want to shake my hand, and everyone says, "Jambo, Hello, Mzungu (white person....haha. It's my new name)."
My phone does not recieve calls for some reason. I am going back into Nairobi on Saturday with my roommate, Jack to get it fixed, hopefully. SIde note: we thought my roommate Jack was doing drugs because he's never home and spends the nights away, but he is training with Kenyan athletes. Funny.
God Bless,
Leah
P.S. Thank you for all the prayers. They have helped a lot. I know.
I really love my placement. I work in an orphanage house run by only one woman named, Momma Morra. She takes care of 34 children with no electricity, water, or income other than selling eggs and chickens. I know I am helping her a lot. She is such a wonderful lady. Except she feeds me too much compared to the kids and now I am having a sick stomache. I tell her, "just a little please," and she gives me a double portion.
Here are the details of the attack that happened my first 24hours in Kenya:
Me, two other volunteers, and a Fadhili worker were the last group waiting to go to our placements. Were in a gated and gaurded compound, but a car came in and the thugs followed. I didn't see how many there were, but the other girls said there were about 6-7 and two had guns. I just noticed a group of people coming from the street yelling, "get down. get down!" I thought there was trouble on the street so I ran to the wall. I man came and shoved me while grabbing my cross chain from my neck onto the ground. Thankfully, I fell on a pillow, otherwise I may have been badly hurt.
I lay face down for what seemed like forever. I heard people yelling and crying, but my mind was strangely blank. I didn't pray; I didn't think; I didn't know really what was going on. A man came and grabbed my legs. He said, "lay like this." I knew what he meant and flipped over. He patted my pockets, but all I had in them was eye drops. He grabbed them and then put the bottle back into my pocket. (I guess it was too borring to steal).
Then, I heard a car drive away and a lot of hands and feet above me. I seriously just layed staring at the sky and noticed how blue it was. It was strange. I felt so calm, until they left. Then I started crying.
People from the street came rushing in saying, "Polli, Polli, Sorry, Sorry," They felt so bad.
To make a very long ending short: the police stopped the car and reteaved our bags. The theives got away with all our cash and electronics, and my glasses! (strange thing to steal). We still have our credit cards and passports.
It is very strange. I am a celebrity in Ngong. People want to shake my hand, and everyone says, "Jambo, Hello, Mzungu (white person....haha. It's my new name)."
My phone does not recieve calls for some reason. I am going back into Nairobi on Saturday with my roommate, Jack to get it fixed, hopefully. SIde note: we thought my roommate Jack was doing drugs because he's never home and spends the nights away, but he is training with Kenyan athletes. Funny.
God Bless,
Leah
P.S. Thank you for all the prayers. They have helped a lot. I know.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
In 48 Hours I Will Be On My Way!
It's finally here. The moment that I have wanted for a year now. Since last winter when I read the book, A Long Way Gone, I have known Africa has wanted me. Ishmael Beah (the author of A Long Way Gone) came to GVSU to speak, and his words cemented my longing to love the children left family-less by AIDS, war, and culture. His story and the stories of other orphans all over the world has broken my heart.
Every child deserves a family; if I can't provide the family, then I want to pour as much love, for as long as I can, into their souls.
All there is to say is, THANK YOU! Without all the support of my family, friends, and coworkers this trip would not be possible. God gave me the desire, you provided the funds and prayer support. Words can not explain how right the trip feels, and I am completely blessed to have so many people behind me. Thank you.
Total, you have raised $2,809. This money covers my flight, vaccines, travel insurance, water and laundry while in Nairobi, visa, and volunteer fee. Also, Starbucks workers and customers have filled my extra suitcase full of cloths and craft supplies!
While I am not sure about my internet acess while in Kenya, I have been assured I can update this regularly. Check back weekly for photos, stories, and perhaps video. I will be looking for your comments. :)
God Bless.
Every child deserves a family; if I can't provide the family, then I want to pour as much love, for as long as I can, into their souls.
All there is to say is, THANK YOU! Without all the support of my family, friends, and coworkers this trip would not be possible. God gave me the desire, you provided the funds and prayer support. Words can not explain how right the trip feels, and I am completely blessed to have so many people behind me. Thank you.
Total, you have raised $2,809. This money covers my flight, vaccines, travel insurance, water and laundry while in Nairobi, visa, and volunteer fee. Also, Starbucks workers and customers have filled my extra suitcase full of cloths and craft supplies!
While I am not sure about my internet acess while in Kenya, I have been assured I can update this regularly. Check back weekly for photos, stories, and perhaps video. I will be looking for your comments. :)
God Bless.
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