Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Stories for a Lifetime

I told you I would blog again sometime soon.

Here I am. (but no pictures... sorry)
I am going to write a bunch of stories of my experiences so far. Haha. Brace yourself.

1. We will call this story: Holey. So Allynne and I are getting breakfast ready. I am a little quicker then her. I have my bread all buttered and ready to rock. As much as I dislike eggs I also have them on my plate ready to go. I am about 1/2 through my bread when I notice an ant on my plate. I ask Allynne if she has any ants over there. She looks down and says, "Uh.... yeah!" It took us like negative one second to realize the ants came out of our bread. haha. I did the mature thing and started to dry heave over the squater. Breakfast was over after that. We flushed the rest of it.

2. This past weekend we went to the Giraffe Centre. It was epic. It was just like the section of the petting zoo with the larger animals you can feed but not go into their cages. We feed the giraffes. That is basically all you do there. If you put a pelt in between your lips then they go in for a kiss. Lets just say that the giraffe didn't kiss me at all. He just tongued me. It was an experience. haha.

3. I am in love with these boys. I think that is obvious. So, lately we have decided to go into the dorms when they are headed to bed. We tuck them ALL in and kiss them on the forehead. It is the cutest thing. They LOVE it. I just want to squeeze them all. We wish them good night in Swahili after reading them a book or two. Tonight we asked the older teenage boys if they also wanted kisses. They totally looked away and said "....Yes." Haha. We leave without kissing them but then return like 20 minutes later for a sneak attack. They loved it. I love these kids. I love them all. Every single one of them. I just want to embrace them at night and tell them that it is okay. They are so full of love.

4. Allynne and I teach a class everyday. It is only for like 45 minutes but it is their favorite 45 minutes of the week. The first week we broke out the parachutes and they went crazy. They LOVED it. I swear, it was one of the best things that has ever happened to their lives. Last week we played the game where you have to guess who you are. Everyone has a label. We wrote out common animals all the kids would know. We wrote the animal names in Swahili. Once that game was over we took them outside for a game of missionary tag. I have never seen kids so excited about it. This week we are doing musical chairs and red light/green light. The kids are taking to those games like flies on poop.

5. The staff here are so friendly. We love all 25 of them and they love us. One day one of the younger staff named David was talking to Allynne and I. He is one of those guys who can speak for hours. So we thought the conversation was over but it was just the beginning of an adventure. He asked us if we wanted to go to a broken water pipe. Allynne and I gave each other the look of "heck no" but he really wanted to go. Both of us thought it was just going to be a simple 5 minute walk. 5 minutes came and left. Soon we were off the Rescue Centre property and in sugar cane and banana plantations. We trudged through those for a while and reached a river. Of course at the river they make illegal beer. Basically, David took us to this river so he could give us a tour of the place where they make illegal beer. I have never smelt something so bad in my life. He showed us all the steps and everything. It was so nasty. I would like you to know that I had to pee when we left. I seriously cut the tour of the beer short. haha. The walk home took 10 years. I swear. David had to stop every ten minutes and tell us some random fact about something or show us something. I needed to pee. I wasn't very open to listening to him. Once I knew where I was, I took the front of the line and power walked. Allynne was so thankful. After our fake walk to the water pipe, the outfit I was wearing was covered in black jacks. They are these really annoying plant things that stick to everything. David was insistent on helping me take all 500 out of my dress but somehow I escaped him. Thank heavens. I made it to the bathroom and then realized I need to start avoiding David like the KKK.

6. I went clubbing here in Kenya. The rumors are true. I honestly hated it. I don't think I ever want to do that again. I cannot handle people who are totally wasted. I just get really frustrated and a lot of respect for them are lost. I am glad I had the experience. I know now.

7. The boys here love soap operas. Who would have ever guessed? Haha. So every night they would watch "In the Name of Love." It is a Mexican soap that is translated in English. I try to get into it because everyone here loves it so much. I am not even kidding. (some of the staff have the theme song as their ring tone) I honestly hate it but I love that all the boys are so into it. They stopped watching it because they want the boys to get more sleep at night. Maybe one day they will start watching it again. I know that they are missing it.

8. Allynne and I fell in love with this set of 14 older boys. To our dismay 12 of them left for school on the same day. Allynne and I seriously went into depression for a few days. I do not know how we pulled this off but we got to take them to school. We crammed the 12 boys, 2 staff, 3 volunteers and one extra boy all into one van with all the 12 boy's stuff. It was epic and then made the 20 minute drive down the road to Copeland. Once we were there we moved the boys in and got a tour. It is a vocational school and they will be learning computer, woodworking, and metal skills. This is their last year there. After that they are just on their own. So, these 12 older boys are my best friends here. It is time for us to say goodbye. The boys are just standing there and Allynne and I are just standing there trying not to cry and we just separate. No hugs. No nothing. It was so depressing. Luckily, the manger was in a good mood and took us on an adventure to 14 falls. It is this wicked place that the waterfall is broken up 14 times and so there are 14 falls instead of just one. It is so pretty. You would have never guessed that was in Africa.

9. Allynne and I are water fight masters. It is always so random how it happens. The first time we kicked the kid's trash. We won hands down. To end the fight we came into our room and said it was over but secretly filled up buckets. The kids were waiting for us to come out of the room outside our door. What do we do? We take the full buckets, open the door quickly and drown them all in water. The next water fight one of the special case kids got a bucket and soaked Allynne and I. The kids killed us that time. Allynne and I are ready for the next round. (water guns and squirt bottles) It is going to be beyond epic.

10. One night the PE teacher, Tomo, broke out all this new football (soccer) equipment. The kids got sponsored by Sony or something. They set up this soccer field in the savanna in the back. All the kids are decked out in football jerseys and they are playing a game in this make swift field. The sun is setting. There is red dirt getting kicked up everywhere. I swear I am on a movie set. It was so amazing. I just felt like a giraffe or zebra was going to pop up in the background. I know I use this word all the time but they only way to describe it is EPIC. There is no words to describe how incredible it was. It was one of those moments when it did not feel like real life.

11. To end this blog, I am going to tell you something funny. Somehow I just scream American. I live with 2 other white people but from Canada. I don't know how everyone here in Kenya knows that I am American and they are not. Anyways... Everyone hear LOVES Obama. (obsessed with him to say the least) Here I am. I don't pay attention to politics at all. Everyone asks me all sorts of questions about him. I know nothing. My favorite is the beggers on the street. "Obama is my cousin! Please, money." I say no, of course. Then in my head I think, if Obama is your cousin why don't you call him and ask him to help a brother out. You know?! Hahaha.

I love Kenya. Everyday is the new best day of my life. I am so glad I am here.

3 comments:

  1. I love all these stories~ what an awesome experience!

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  2. Megan I love all of your stories!! Haha "Obama is my cousin"...then why don't you call him and tell him to help a brother out. So funny, I miss you!!! Keep the good stories coming.

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