Birthday in Kenya: Week 2

 This week I went to Mathare where I participated in the farewell lunch for the UFV students that were all going home. Besides me, there were 7 here this summer. In another week it will be just me. The lunch was held at their new community hub that they are building.

Currently Mathare Roots or Mto Wangu, (the organization that I am working with) rents the rooms they use and when they don't have funding, the leader has to pay for it out of his own pocket. I know it has to be a hardship for him. So the UFV students that were already here started a go fund me to raise $10, 000 to buy and build a new building for them. Those few students have managed to raise almost half the money already.

They proudly took me to the place where they are building. They already have the basement dug out (which they did by hand) and the walls erected. We had lunch on the floor above which is still partially open. They had recently poured the concrete beams and were waiting for it to cure. There is a lot of excitement about this building and how they will be able to have all their different operations under one roof.

The part of the story I didn't yet tell was that they were supposed to meet with me before the lunch, but showed up too late for that. Kind of classic. So our meeting got changed to a zoom meeting later in the week.

In that meeting, they told me all the things that I could be involved with to support them during my time here. If everything goes according to plan, I will be:

•  submitting their innovative flood resilience plan for a contest
• supporting their girls soccer team in PR and to get sponsorship
• doing a campaign to help community members prepare for flooding which is supposed to be particularly bad this next spring
• doing some kind of community dialogue thing with the British Institute of East Africa that involves something around the history of flooding of the Mathare river

On top of all this, I am supposed to be writing an academic paper on an evaluation we did with them. I have been analysing the data this week on it. Most of our findings aren't surprising, but it still feels sad to have it confirmed that this is the way life is form most of the people there.

Anyways, I was asked to make up a work plan and present to them in person in a meeting on Friday. Problem was, nobody showed up. I waited there for  a long time, the boys that run the children's program and the library took me all around the community to show me around. I met both their moms and sisters. They were very nice and took care of me. 

I was pretty discouraged when I left though. I know it is a culture thing and that I was experiencing culture shock, but that didn't make it any easier. It felt like such a waste of my time when I am really under the gun to get things done. A talk with my professor helped me to get perspective and to not take anything personally.

Yesterday, I took a break for most of the day and we went to village market--a mall near the UN buildings that is quite high end with lots of wazungu (white people) there. It was my birthday, but I had been so busy working this last week, that I didn't have time to prepare a bigger activity to do. 

But the reds were happy. They like going to this mall because we always get shawarmas when we are there. In their nostalgic minds, they are one of their favourite foods we ate here. For my birthday Elizabeth treated us to gelato. I got passion fruit. It was delish! 

Elizabeth was very sweet and had secretly ordered me a bunch of sweets and snacks which she actually started giving to me the day before because I had had such frustrating day. It was a pretty low key birthday, but I got to spend it with some of my favourite people, so it was pretty good.