"I have equipped you to stay of conscious of Me while walking along dusty, earthbound paths."
- Jesus Calling
What can I tell you? What words do I have to describe what I am still trying to comprehend myself?
I have never known what it feels like to be a minority or an outsider. I never knew this feeling of being uncomfortable in (of) my own skin, uncomfortable in and of my body. The stares we get are intense, curious, some gross, some comical. Every set of eyes ask the same question, "What are you doing here?" It seems that no matter how much Somali, Swahili and culture a team member can know, we will always be different, we will always be on the outside, we will always be charged the higher price. BUT though things may be more expensive for us, the cost we pay to be here, to be aliens and to follow Jesus, is SO worth it!
We live in Pangani, a very S* part of Nairobi. Probably 97% of our neighbors are S* refugees. Our walk to school takes about 15 minutes, and it's here we are reminded just how white we are. "Mzungu!" the Kenyans tell at us, which means "white person." Some of our younger team members get offered marriage proposals numerous times on our walks; often we are asked for money by street kids.
It's hard to look anywhere except down because the roads are so muddy, and some how, everyone else seems to float over the mud while our shoes are drenched by the time we get to school- only making more reasons for people to point, laugh, and say things we do not understand.
City buses, motorcycles and cars often come up on the side walks where we walk. There is a sense of lawlessness as no one yields to stop lights, pedestrians, or another car. We pass stands of fruit and vegetables, shoes, purses and underwear, all for sale on the side of the road. We walk over sewer lines and along trails of garbage. The smells change in an instant. One minute you are smelling a bakery, the next the most invasive and sour smell you can imagine has taken over your nose. We are often thankful for the scarves we wear, they protect us from dust and smells. We are also grateful for the fresh and inexpensive fruit and veggies we can buy to and from school!
Our friend took us to get henna done! We got it done in a salon and the ladies there were so friendly, we walked away with a couple phone numbers and new friends. Here is our friend scraping the excess ink off me.
The final product! I love it! I tell my students I want to have it forever. They explained the difference between henna and tattoo to me: Henna will eventually wash off, it's only on top of your skin. You can still wash and pray. Tattoo is IN your skin, you won't be clean enough to pray (that's how I understood it at least!). They have beautiful customs for a bride on her wedding day with henna. I have loved learning their culture!
Laundry day
My temporary housing. I should move again next month and will post more pictures then!
Our accommodations are really nice! Still learning the art of cooking at a different altitude...
There's more I want to tell and things I didn't get to say but it will have to wait until next month. Love you all!