Yesterday

Yesterday

March 2

Yesterday when I went into town with the girls we took a shortcut through to town. Now I would never take this shortcut on my own, it is just plain ole dumb for me to do so, but with the girls I felt safe. Anyway we crossed over several railroad tracks, and I’m not even sure they actually have trains on these tracks anymore. Then we climbed up a short incline to the main road. After crossing the road I figured out where we were as I’d been there before with Alice only from a different way. So I’m really getting to know Kitale pretty well. I’m confident that if I needed to go into town on my own I could without any problems and get back home.  I’m feeling pretty good about that fact. Now we walked all over Kitale. We went to the bank, dress maker, Pharmacy, Transmart, then we had lunch. After lunch we went to the open market so the girls could look for clothes. Now while we were walking to the market, a guy said very loudly, “Hello, How are you?” Then he said, “I LOVE YOU.”  I stopped dead in my tracks. Turned around. Then I said to him, “You better be careful, I”m way more trouble then you can handle buddy.” Then I walked away. Edna just laughed at me. 

Now today I didn’t have any classes. The kids were taking exams and so that leaves me with not a whole heck of a lot to do. This is a good thing actually, since yesterday I was out and about in the sun I woke up this am with a dreadful headache. So I’m glad I had today to recover from my adventures in Kitale with Edna and Sarah. I ended up doing a bit of my laundry and I rigged a drying line up in my room. It works really well and Alice got a kick out of it. You see here in Kenya you don’t hang your underpants out on the line for the world to see. You either hang them to dry inside the house OR you put something over them on the line outside so no one can see your underpants. Personally, I think it’s a bit silly, but then again ... well I won’t go there.  So now my clothes are clean and dry. 

You know the Kenyan women like doing laundry, well that’s what they told me anyway. I told them that it’s not a chore I enjoy. Edna then told me she likes it because she can see the dirt wash away from her scrubbing and it makes her feel good. Now why can’t I feel the same way about laundry? Is it because I’m an American and we have machines that do the work or does it have something to do with stupid American pride? HUM I’m not sure, but it’s interesting to witness here in Kenya.