I made it! We stopped in Makuyu on the way from Nairobi to the orphanage to buy paint for a mural and I was the only white person there. It was a humbling experience to be the minority for once. We went to the orphanage where I met the children. There are almost 40 kids living there and they know varying amounts of English. They walked me into the small town Punda so I could see the shop there and I bought some type of ginger soda made by Coca Cola. It was pretty delicious. I have my own room that has solar power, a mosquito net over my bed, and a locking door. Being here has made me so appreciative for the luxurious privileges we have in the United States. I never thought to be thankful for running water, a toilet, electricity, the internet, or a washing machine. All of those are things that are often taken for granted in America. There is a water tap for drinking/cooking water and a water tap for washing water. The toilet is quite literally a hole in the ground. I will be happy to have a hot shower and a cold coke when I get home.
This morning, I used donation money to purchase two milk goats for the orphanage. They cost 12,000 shillings for the pair, which is approximately $120. The woman I purchased them from didn’t speak any English, so the owner of the orphanage, Geoffrey, made the deal for me. I have a feeling that there was some hanky panky going on in that deal since $120 is a LOT to pay for two goats. As I couldn’t understand them, I have a sneaky suspicion Geoffrey may be getting a kick back from that deal. He tried to talk me into buying a calf, which the woman listed some astronomical price for (and the cows weren’t even perfectly healthy) We put the goats into the trunk to take them to the orphanage, which I thought was very interesting. We (some of the other volunteers and myself) came to a local town named Kenol so we could get on the internet. We used a Matatu to get here and that was definitely an experience. It only cost 40 shillings, which is about $0.40, but at one point there were seventeen people crammed into the van. I will write again as soon as I get a chance.
Many of the locals here are very interested to see white people. They have a word for us, “mzungu.” On the way home from the shop yesterday, a group of women invited me to go fishing or swimming with them. It was very endearing, but I did not go.
Things are very different here. I saw a police officer accept a bribe and there are armed guards outside of the bank down the street. That was the first time I have seen anyone with a gun, which kind of surprises me. There is evidently a soldier who guards the orphanage gate at night, but I didn’t know that until someone told me this morning.
The way people drive around here is also very interesting. They just kind of drive wherever they want on the road and honk at people to get out of the way. I am hoping to go on a Safari at some point in the next week and plan to go to fourteen falls in Thika as well. The other volunteers are awesome. Their names are Olivia, Leah, Hannah, Hunter, and Mary. I didn’t think I would care if I was the only volunteer at the orphanage during my stay, but I really appreciate having them to show me the ropes and talk to.
They serve beans with pretty much every meal at WWB. Last night they served beans mixed with corn and potatoes. This morning I had bread and nutella. For lunch they served beans, rice, tomatoes, and onions. I have eaten lots of protein bars so far and plan to buy the stuff to make pb&j while we are here in Kenol. I am pretty adventurous right now, but not hungry enough to eat beans, which I hate the texture of.
I hope everyone back home is doing well! I love you guys! ❤