I remember exactly how it all looked like in Obambo when I left. There was the school building, the new chicken house in front and our beautiful roofless boarding house on top. I was so happy about what David, Erick and I achieved in those three months! But that wasn’t even everything: I was back home for approximately one week and I got my first roof – picture! We made it.
I miss Akili. I miss playing with the girls (I don’t miss getting bad and ugly bruises), dance, sing and laugh. This was always the best part of my working day and I had more fun playing football than ever, thanks to Lilian, Nancy, Jacinta and Anette. Maybe I should try to become part of my university’s football team.
We built a boarding house for underprivileged girls from Obunga Slum in only three months. This shows what can be achieved if you really want it. It was not always easy, we had to face more than one difficult part. However, if you have partners on your side (David and Erick) who are problem – solving – Kings, anything can be done :)
Another question I always have to answer is: “But how did you communicate? Did you learn African?” aaahhhm, no, I talked English. Most Kenyans know English (even better than me sometimes). And there is no language called African. But yes, they do have their own languages, one of them is Kiswahili and I tried to learn it.
Next question “Do they know internet?” No. Internet is absolutely uncommon in Kenya and by the way, no one has a cell phone. Haha, of course I had internet (of course there was not always a very good connection) and I did not meet a single person without a cell phone J. I was clearly not living in 17th century Africa.
But I love it how interested people are in what we are doing, and if they are asking weird questions I keep on answering them, trying to change their view of poverty, African men and somehow African women (and no, there weren’t lions everywhere). And I never, NEVER EVER get bored explaining how I did the chapattis everyone in Switzerland loves so much.
Of course there are things I don’t miss… Being called Mzungu is one of them. I got back into my usual “no one is noticing me” state and I like that (most of the time).
I hope to come back soon, to see the school opened and filled with my girls, spending time with my two favorite families (with my two favorite baby girls) eating my two favorite food (original chapatti and fish) and eat my favorite fruits bought at my favorite fruit stall. And doing everything else.