Kwa Heri, Kenya

Goodbye, Kenya.

There are things I wont miss about you, namely the Nakumatt, the lack of soap, toilet paper, and seats in the bathrooms, and of course the bird outside my window at Lake Nakuru Lodge.

There are more things i will miss though. Enough things to make me want to stay longer and not go home. Nairobi, you have become a shoulder for me to cry upon and a friend to laugh with. To keep it simple, here is a list of what I will miss the most (in no particular order) about Nairobi.

Sincere and welcoming greetings, meetings, hugs, and kisses.

My friends: the sisters at St Bakhita hostel at CUEA and my boys in the kitchen.

Safaris and wildlife. I'm coming back for you, leopard.

The green national parks and the brown dirt roads.

The drivers at Lindberg.

The baboons on the side of the road.

Humphrey/Reggae Night

The chapati and chicken katakata.

The youth at Foundations of Hope in Kibera and the women of Living Positive, Amani Ya Juu, and Upendo Village.

Random Bible verses painted on the sides of matatus.

Being called mzungus.

Hearing children sing 'Howayu?! Howayu?!' upon seeing mzungus.

The Swahili songs.

Sawa Sawa.

The Ngong Hills and the great Rift Valley.

The community we built as a class.

So Kwa Heri, Kenya. Tutaunana tena.