1.20.2011

some big changes

It was a Thursday at 2pm in the afternoon when I was going to meet a friend for a picnic when I was attacked.

After spending the morning in the office coordinating for the upcoming OVC event that I was running in town, I was meeting a friend for a lunch and I decided to go early to have some time to myself, maybe read some of my latest book, write in my journal, and just relax.

A man came out of the woods and told me, in the clearest and most perfect English that I’ve ever heard, to give him his life. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bush, I screamed and fought him until he ran off.

I walked away with a few scratches and bruises. I was really lucky. Peace Corps thought that it would be best for me to return to America to recuperate. I was given the gift of seeing my family and friends, the use of some American luxuries and the gift of time. Yet, all I could think of was getting back to Kenya. Now, I’ve moved into my new house and started to get to know my new community.