Mean girls, tortillas, and cats

This morning began rough as we all had spent most of last night receiving worried messages from our friends and family back in the states.

It was a little eerie to go back into town after the bombings on mzungus yesterday in Nairobi. However, God is faithful and doesn’t call his children to go somewhere they don’t belong. God has called me here for all five weeks, knows every move I make in His Book of Life, and promises to protect me as long as I follow His will.

This morning I re-read Psalm 91 and part of it stuck with me all day:

God commands His angels to have concern for us.

Before we headed out at 7:30 am (takes 1.5 hours to get to our mission site including traffic) we had to leave Hilary behind because she was under the weather. So Austin, Jordynn, Edwin and I began our journey through Nairobi to one of its smaller suburbs.

As we sat on the bus all I could repeat was, “God command your angels to have concern for us, Father, please.”

Much like mean girls, we were constantly surrounded by stares, mutterings of our presence, and a quick language switch from English to Swahili upon our presence.

We know what if feels like to not be welcomed. Everywhere we go people stare, point, and try take advantage of us. They are always grabbing us, trying to force us to choose their matatu, and raising their sales almost double on us. Luckily, we travel with our Kenyan friends.

At one point we got on a matatu and they said since our Kenyan friends were traveling with mzungus that the price was raised 10 shillings.

Another instance happened on the bus in which another bus became parallel with us and the bus driver of it was directly on the other side of the glass from us. He dropped his jaw and stared. He was staring like we were animals at an exhibit.

We’re still adjusting to this strangeness. However,

… As the ride continued, peace began overflowing.

Today ended up being FANTASTIC. And delicious :)

We headed to a children’s home and made hundreds of chipati (thick cooked tortilla) all morning.

We learned how to make it from scratch, and got to enjoy some of it with all of our Kenyan friends. The staff there even gave us all cocoa chai tea and jelly sandwiches!

Afterwards we walked about 2 miles up a dirt path to catch a matatu for our first leg of the trip back home. While walking back, us Americans actually beat the Kenyans in a foot race! (Probably the only time I can say that)

Oh, and I also got to see two kitties today.







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