Later that day Katie and I met with the director of our internships at the Center for Domestic Training and Development, an organization that empowers domestic workers by teaching them the skills and financial knowledge to successful get good jobs in people's homes. Additionally, they run a shelter for refugees and victims of human trafficking. We are going on a tour of all the places they work on Friday so we can decide how we want to help. Edith, the director, really wants us to come up with our own ideas on how to improve the organization so that is exciting!
On Saturday a bunch of us went to a soccer game in Kibera, one of the largest slums in the world, top two in Africa. We had visited before to get idea of what slum life is like and to meet some guys who work at ICA, an NGO working to strengthen Kiberan communities and empower the youth, but that day we just went to hang out with the ICA guys, our new friends, and watch some soccer! It was wonderful. The second we got there, all the kids at the game ran up to us, grabbed our hands while yelling "how are youu." I chased the kids around a bit and watched them braid Katie, Crista, and Natalie's hair while learning pick up lines in swahili from the ICA guys. Umetumwa kutoka binguni = you were sent from heaven.
|I'm the creature with the long neck but tiny and in a pink shirt (bottom right corner!)|
Another eye opening and disturbing experience I had was last week when I went to the Village Market, a very touristy, wealthy, mzungu-y sort of place. Ironically, it made me pretty uncomfortable to not be the minority anymore because I had gotten used to the African make up of most of Nairobi and the fact that this place was full of white people made it seem inauthentic and disturbing because if this is where tourists come, they will have no idea of what Nairobi is really like. There were no street kids or poor people in sight, everything was squeaky clean, the roads nearby had no potholes or dust and there were even some people performing "traditional" music for all the foreigners to enjoy while comfortably eating pizza and milkshakes. On my matatu ride back the buildings and streets quickly became more and more informal and run down and I got a very real image of the wealth gap that exists in this city.
Here's a great picture to leave you off with...
|Some great people in the Maasai Village|
|And this is Nairobi from the top of the tallest building in the city. I live here these days.|
I should probably work on updating more often so that these posts aren't so long...