I’m living in a Swedish oasis in Kenya. Every time they open the huge metal gates to let us out you are struck by the orange dust, the fact that it is a bit warmer and the fact that there are no blond people outside that gate. That is when I realize I’m in Africa.
We have food on the table here, we have clothes on our bodies and we have water to drink and shower in when so many here have none of these things. We go to Nakumat almost every day, nothing really costs anything for us there, when we know that very few Kenyans can afford their “high” prices. Sometimes the Kenyans who can’t afford anything in the store go there, in their nicest clothing with some coins in their pockets just to buy a little piece of candy. A shiny Twix bar is an item of luxury.
// I am in no way living an African life, I’m not built for an African life and my stomach tells me that everyday //
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