Sopa everyone! (sopa means hello in
Kimaasai, I think that's how it's spelled anyway)
These past few days have been
incredibly eventful, both good and bad. Lets start with the good
stuff. So, yesterday we went to a cultural manyatta. That's basically
going to a Maasai boma but it's geared towards tourists. We went so
that we could see what most tourists see of the Maasai and compare it
with today when we went on our home stay. The two experiences were
completely different. The manyatta felt superficial and fake. They
really put on a show for us and threw in bits (like praying to Mt.
Kilimanjaro) that are not a part of the Maasai culture.
Today, like I said before, was our
home stay. We pulled up to a Maasai Boma early in the morning and all
of the Mamas came out to greet us. We did the home stay in groups of
two and we brought all of our food and water we needed for the day
with us (trying to avoid getting sick). Our Mama brought us to her
house and instantly started heating up water to make us some chai.
I'm not a tea drinker but it is considered very rude to refuse food
or drink so I did drink it, and it was actually really good! Our
Mama, who's name was Mas (not sure how to spell it) and she didn't
speak any English and I can only speak a few words of Kiswahili so
the language barrier was extremely difficult. Some of the things we
did included fetching water about a half a mile away from the boma
and carrying it on our heads, which actually was easier than carrying
it on your shoulders. We also went to collect firewood and had chai a
couple more times. Mas said that she is 25 years old and she already
has several children. At one point she was showing us pictures of her
family and then we showed her pictures of our families, it was a very
cool moment. Despite the language barrier and the immense cultural
differences, we had a great time and she was incredibly kind and
patient with us.
Now comes the not so fun part of the
past few days. So last time I posted I said that I had some kind of
stomach bug, well I'm still sick and it's been over a week.
Yesterday, the pain was excruciating, so much so that I had to leave
the cultural manyatta early just to sit down. At camp, the way
medical issues are taken care of is that there is one person who's
job it is to manage student affairs and health. He wanted me to see a
doctor last week but I kept refusing and putting it off, hoping it'd
get better on its own and I wouldn't have to venture into the
terrifying unknown of the African medical clinic. Well, yesterday, I
was forced, and I wasn't objecting anymore because I was in that much
pain. The clinic actually wasn't that scary and they gave me
antibiotics so here's hoping that it starts to work soon.
Studying abroad hasn't been anything
like I expected it to be and that's not a bad thing either! I
definitely romanticized the idea of going to Africa and the reality
of it was a lot to take in all at once. I can now safely say that I
am adjusting, mentally if not physically yet. I can say that I am
experiencing everything Africa has to offer and even though I miss a
lot of things and people from back home, I am falling in love with
Kenya and these amazing people. I am experiencing the good and the
bad, the beautiful and the ugly, but what I can say is that it's
real.
Well, it's getting late here (still get
confused about the time difference some times) and being sick has
been really draining so I'm going to bed. I'll post soon about what
life is like here in camp and in about a week and a half we leave for
expedition in Lake Nakuru National Park! Hopefully I'll finally see
some lions!
Lala salama!
~Emily