Mama said there'd be days like this
It's been quite the weekend. After a crrrrazy party Friday night at the YES house (thanks Shanky/Charlotte/Florent), I was on my way back into town when my camera got stolen out of my bag on a matatu. It blows, yeah. I liked that camera, I waited for years to finally get a digital camera, etc. but what i am MORE upset about is the fact that I lost all of those pictures. A lot of them were on my computer but a lot were not, and I can't get those back. Ever. A man stopped me and said "I think that man took something from you, I saw him". I talked to the mat conductor, asking where the man had gone. A crowd of like 20 men surrounded me, yelling what had happened, saying they should get him. Then they turned on the man who had warned me about it, yelling at him for not stopping the man. It was kind of scary. Either way, its gone. Sorry YES kids, all the pics from your first (and possibly only) party are lost. To top it off, he will sell it for 20 dollars, some idiot will buy it, use it, and after a week, will throw it away because the battery is one that you plug in. And I still have the plug.
After a rough night last night (check my facebook profile I guess), I woke up and took a shower. As I was getting out, the mother of the girl I am living with said she wished she could wash her hair and not have to get it blow dried. She then proceeded to say this: "I just don't understand why God favored you. He gave you the right hair, the right color, all the money...It's not fair!!" After I tried to reason with her, saying something like our hair is just different not better, she got angry and stomped off. Awesome.
The worst part about the past few days is the baby I wrote about in my last blog, the 6-month-old infant who weighed almost nothing, died on Saturday. The child that I held and fed and played with is no longer alive. Completely innocent...it just really depressed me when I heard this morning.
posted by Dunia @ 11:40 PM
5 Comments:
Cameras come and go, but you remember the experiences that the pictures captured, and thats what really matters!
You know how I feel about that family... Be careful.
Everything you're doing over there is helping someone to stay alive another day. No one can live forever, but with the work you're doing, you're helping them to feel better and live longer.
not shanky's memories. i bet some of his came and went. hahahaha.
i wonder who's teaching your host sister all that nonsense?
Terribly sorry about your camera, When in Nairobi, hold your bag tight and dont even for a minute relax on it.
We try our best to help the people we serve live another day as comfortable as possible. God decides for how long they shall be alive. The loss is painful and annoying sometimes, i wont lie to you that there is some point of getting used to it......but you get stronger with every situation. You'll do fine.
Oh and about your friends mum.....dont mind her,women 'hate' each other for various reasons, it could be because of your hair or your cute legs or the fact that your face doesnt have acne on it or all the guys cant stop staring at your booty.... Then they think of something mean to say to you to make you feel bad.
Next time dont try to reason with someone in this situation...most of the time your views arent based on the same thing.
Jaber's commentary on the camera & the incident with your host's mother makes a lot of sense. Good advice. One thing though, I want to bring your attention to, in the third world countries, sometimes when people make a nasty observation (and especially the older generation),is not necessarily nasty at all. But on the contrary, could be more like a compliment. Even the expressions on their faces could be decieving. As westerners, we do not percieve it that way, nor do we understand it. That's due to the moral, cultural, religious and aesthetical differences. But in due time, it will all make sense. This is only my personal opinion.
S.H.
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