Kenya has a unique way of educating you. like if you want to know what matatu goes where, sometimes you must get on the wrong one. to learn what foods your body can't handle, you must get sick, and to love Africa, you must first hate it. the 2nd point relates to the title of this post. i planned an easter feast that i was very very giddy about. everyday i would look at the sheep who was going to be slaughtered and i would tell him, 'i love you, but your going to be food soon'. evil? maybe a little, true, of course. all i could think during the execution was that there would be good food for all the kids and me. i felt proud. until i cooked up my feast. the feast contained: liver and onions, fried heart with leg meat, and of course, rocky mountain oysters. it was frozen for 3 days, and i was very excited, i spent 3 hours prepping it, and it cooked just fine. but after eating the meals, we decided the meat had gone bad, except for the testes. the next day we paid for it, and tuesday i was in bed the whole day. we all reacted differently but i hated the feeling. revenge of the sheep i say.
easter weekend was very fun, I gave the good friday message which made me very very happy to do and made me feel right at home. saturday we went into nairobi, but then sunday was the strangest day. at home, you all celebrated easter sunday, but not here. sunday was an average day. the main event is on monday. the reason behind this is that they want easter to be special, and since every person attends church on sunday already, make it even more special and do it monday. we were all sick for it, but it was interesting. the kids had a blast, they got tea and bread and butter in the morning, stew for lunch and dinner, and chapatis with their stew. they don't eat that well ever. we were so happy to give it to them, it was such a blessing to have them thank us for it, i almost cried. for about $70, we changed their whole weekend.
wednesday i got my visa renewed, fun process, like going to the dmv but with more english speakers working behind the counter (is that racist?). i found pepsi and snicker bars here, AHHHHH. so i spent a whopping $5 and bought as much as i could. Kenya is a coke dominated zone, so when i find pepsi hidden away like a refugee, i can only thank the lord, it's manna from heaven. my 3 month mark was thursday, which means that i have a little over a month till i return. idk how i feel about that. i love kenya, and i have made it my home and it has accepted me. it will be hard to leave. our internet took a header this week and won't work with our computer, so now i am at a cafe in nairobi that has free wifi, cheap food, and nice people. i am nursing cake and black coffee right now so they don't kick me out.
school starts next week for the kids, which means i am back to teaching for my last month. i will be glad to see the kids who left again. but movie nights will have to stop. we watched a bootlegged version of diehard the other night, not a good movie for kids, but then we watched home alone and i felt a bit better about it. i buy bootlegged movies for the kids that are made for kids. Rango will be played tonight and it will be served with popcorn. very nice nite for the kids.
your prayers are felt here, and the kids thank you for every prayer that you send their way.
i love you all, naku pende.
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