The Kenyan reaction to poprocks... and marshmallows... and froyo

I was shocked to find froyo had come to Nairobi! Of course, it was in a crazy bougie mall, but nonetheless.... I'd gone to that mall to buy "Simplified Swahili" a much, much, much, much, much, much, much better book than the Hinnebusch one we'd used in earlier classes.

Kenyans generally dislike eating/drinking anything cold. They even drink lukewarm beer.

They had tree tomato froyo! So weird.... I didn't try it. Figured it might not mix well with chocolate and mango and such....

Nyos eating a marshamallow on Safari. We also gave one to our guide who said, "She's come to bewitch us with these things!" Sometimes, I think half of the talking Kenyans do is joking.

Mashmallowwwwww

Nyos' adorable little cousin + poprocks

Nyos+ poprocks

Nyos performing whatever silliness he always does to that little one, this time in reference to poprocks.

My favorite: despite all appearances, he did enjoy them.

Return to Muranga, Nyos' rural home

Goats swinging around the bundle of brush as they chow down on it.

To get to Nyos' rural home from Nairobi, you take a matatu about an hour past Thika to Muranga, then ride a pikipiki (motorcycle) over beautiful hills and valleys to the little village. The pikipiki ride is always one of my favorite parts of the trip. It's exhilerating. The two of us fit on one behind the driver. I remember last year, heading straight towards and through and road block and some kind of 'no roads beyond this point' sign. That's the beauty of bodabodas (and pikipikis: passenger bicycles). They can swerve through stopped traffic, and ride on roads that aren't roads (not that cars don't do that here too). Nyos lost his hat this time, so we had to stop next to some people laying stones to fix the sides of the road by hand, while he ran back down the empty highway for it.

When you ask a Kenyan where they're from, they'll tell you their rural home; not where they live, or even where they were born. The rural home is the ancestral home of the father.

 We rode tons of pikipikis in Thika. They're actually a bit scarier than bodabodas, but probably some of the most skilled bicyclists in the world. My favorite is when they have loudspeakers attached to their bikes, blasting music.

Also in Thika, I sat drinking instant coffee (yes, you heard the coffee snob right: instant coffee) across from a police officer known for myriad human rights abuses. He was sitting with a pretty young woman. Disturbing. It felt almost unsanitary sitting so close to him.

Lots of beautiful birds and trees in his yard.

This crazy fruit basically tasted like a cucumber, with quite the bizarre texture. Not the most appetizing thing ever.

Emaciated cat and its baby. The mother was too sick to give the baby any milk, and having a tiny litter and only one surviving kitten isn't a good sign. But they were adorable, cozying up a few inches from the cooking fire.

Nyos picked flowers from the yard and arranged me a beautiful bouquet.

No electricity reaches Muranga.

Illnesses

1. For the two weeks spanning a week before the MSID program started (while I was staying at Nyos') through the first week of it, I was basically sick nonstop. I think I got food poisoning twice, which was crazy because last semester I was the only person who didn't get sick a single time (other than an 80 degree weather cold worse than I'd ever imagined colds could be).

I actually thought I might have malaria, and took 50 cent malaria cure drugs, which did seems to cure me for about 24 hours. But, that was just because they have painkillers in them. Turned out I hadn't been in the country long enough to have malaria, and hadn't been anywhere with the type of mosquitoes that carry it.

I'm all better now, though, thank goodness.

2. Scientists have apparently bred male mosquitoes without sperm. They may be able to fool female mosquitoes into laying unfertilized eggs their entire lives, since they only breed once in a lifetime. That would be great, since mosquitoes are the number one killeranimal, followed by hippos.

3. I'm taking the malaria drug that's supposed to give you nightterrors, which it seems to be succeeding in doing. Last year's hurt my stomach. I'm not sure I think people should take malaria prevention drugs, especially over such long terms. They're less than 80 percent effective, create immunities, have horrible side effects, and can make the test come back with false negatives if you're part of the 20 percent that gets malaria despite taking the drugs.

4. I went with Nyos to visit his Aunt and her baby in a Thika government hospital. The little baby, his little cousin, was sick, but has gone home now. Nyos' mom packed food for us to bring them. His Aunt and her husband, a priest, were so welcoming and happy that I came to see them. They were really sweet.

It was full of people. They were sharing a twin bed with another baby and its family, in a room of dozens of twin beds.

Less than a week later, the same hospital was all over the news because four babies on oxygen in the same room died within minutes of each other. Their parents had been lobbying for attention from the nurses, knowing something was wrong. Nyos' family was still there at the time, and his Uncle was a leader of the people demanding something be done. There's a thin line here between negligence and simple overextension of human resources. I don't know that blame can be placed on individual caregivers, though they are investigating. The hospital was packed so far beyond its capacity, there's no way the staff could deliver adequate care. But, those deaths should have been avoidable.  

Tumblr blog

I was thinking I would switch to blogging via tumblr, but I didn't really like it, so there's a link to the few posts I made.

http://towanderalotistolearnalot.tumblr.com/

Birds and Views in Thika

Dead bat on a tree-- we went on a little nature hike through some neighbor's shamba (farm) and some factoryland.

Sakuma Wiki in the making! "Sakuma wiki" means "to stretch the week." In other words, it's what you eat while you're waiting for the next paycheck. People plant it everywhere, even by the side of the road, so it's great for urban agriculture. It's actually kale, which people cut into tiny pieces and cook with tomatoes, carrots, onions, salt (the basic seasonings for everything here). If you want to make it a little fancier, you can mix it with spinach. I'm a big fan.

 Nyos' neighbor kids, playing on what looked like the most fun playground equipment of all time i.e. a giant truck! I was pretty jealous. They also played the most adorable game of hide and seek ever. A little boy Nyos calls Chinaman lives over there. Apparently, he looks slightly Chinese. In other news, our bodaboda driver asked me if I was Japanese the day before yesterday....

Another day, we sat on a wall with this view, and the views below.

A box of chickens in a matatu.... PETA doesn't have much of a presence in Kenya. Nyos bravely snuck this picture for me, but refused to sneakily photograph the matatuconductor wearing the pink Carolina shirt (who I actually remember fistbumping a year ago for wearing the same shirt)