Rashma and I left the community on the 5th and took off to Nairobi on a Each Coach. Easy Coach is quite comfortable and safe because it goes directly to Nairobi without accepting new customers on the streets. We got off the bus at this sketch junction to wait for our host family. Scott, a UBC
commerce student who we met at Masai Maara, is working in Nairobi for the
summer and he found us a place to stay. We were continuously asked by many creepy mutatu dudes if
we needed a ride and finally after about 40 minutes, Anne, the host mother showed up. We got in her car and was taken to her
house. When we walked in, we were
shocked. We lived in a village for 7 weeks where
houses were mostly made of the mud and dung mixture. There was no electricity, water had
to be carried from far away and being clean was a luxury. This house in Nairobi, was fancy with a flat screen TV, an enormous kitchen, and.. a servant.
Whoa. Talk about economic disparity.
Apparently, the husband is a senator or something… The first thing that went through our headss.. politicians= corruption (?) The youngest child of this family, Phil, was 3 and he was playing with a tablet. This made me slightly sad because it made me think of Dadi and his shoeless dirty feet and his worn clothes. Phil also spoke more English than Dadi who is 9. I think people in Nairobi speak better English in general, possibly because they are not surrounded by their own tribe all the time. One thing that is obvious in Nairobi is that rich are definitely rich and poor are poor which is what you often see in developing countries.
Whoa. Talk about economic disparity.
Apparently, the husband is a senator or something… The first thing that went through our headss.. politicians= corruption (?) The youngest child of this family, Phil, was 3 and he was playing with a tablet. This made me slightly sad because it made me think of Dadi and his shoeless dirty feet and his worn clothes. Phil also spoke more English than Dadi who is 9. I think people in Nairobi speak better English in general, possibly because they are not surrounded by their own tribe all the time. One thing that is obvious in Nairobi is that rich are definitely rich and poor are poor which is what you often see in developing countries.
Extravagant interior
Phil, smiling with his tablet
