"How do you like Kenya so far?"

I get this question constantly. That or:
"How do you find my country"
"What do you think of Kenya"
"Are you having a good time here"

Well people, here's your answer.

Step 1: I'm still alive. Important.

I've been cheated, mugged, robbed, harassed, cornered, ogled, stalked and almost kidnapped. I've had to fight for everything - from fair matatu fares to reasonable street food prices. I've been touched by men, women and children that I did not know merely because of my skin color. I've argued tirelessly, defending my culture and my way of life because of the ignorance I've encountered. I've ignored countless come ons, insults, careless comments, invasions of personal space and obviously rude treatment.

I came with such an optimism, truly believing that I could make a difference. And I have realized that the people here do not even care enough for one another to help. The vast majority of Kenyan's themselves are not doing anything. What, honestly, am I doing here?

And yet, I stay. I stay for the people I work with - the few who do not look at this as just a job, a meal ticket. Those to which I am bound with that same blinding optimism that we can do something and are doing something. I stay for the people who truly appreciate the tiny amount that I have been able to do. I stay, in part, to prove Seancy wrong - that a single person can change the world. Only a fraction, only a tiny bit - but its still impact. In a lot of ways, I stay out of sheer stubbornness (those that know me know this is true). I've seen some of the most beautiful things, and made friendships that I know are never going to end. I've met people that inspire me to be a better person.

And that, is the answer to your question.