thank you, quakers, thank you.

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so, after the break in you are probably thinking, "now what?" will she quit Peace Corps? will she change her site to another community? would she actually even consider staying in that same house? well, the answer to all of these questions is NO. Thanks for the Friends Theological College located in Kaimosi village I will be able to stay within my same community and continue my work with orphans. The college compound exists thanks to U.S. funding and provides (amoung many things) a 24 hour guard, bars on windows and doors, and efficient locks. Plus, my new place is HUGE.

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my spacious new living room (and faux fireplace)

my spacious new bedroom.

my TOILET. (yeessssss...)

and (my favorite) my SHOWER.

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It has been brought to my attention that this sub-community is known as a quaker group. Not knowing anything about them I decided to wikipedia-it-up... and I didn't find anything too weird. Only that they don't use titles like Mr. or Mrs. and i figure that's not too bad. Therefore, I would like to thank this religious society for everything they are providing me with.

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thank you, quakers, thank you.

heartbreak.

it all started here. at my bedroom window.

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judging by the marks on the doors I figure that they used a crowbar, or something to that extent, to pry open my bedroom window. Looking back on it I really shouldn't be suprised... wooden shutters kept closed by a small shift lock... I suppose I figured the guard dog and my landlord whose house was four feet away from mine would be enough security for when I decided to leave for a weekend. But, I was wrong.

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after they got in, they created a path of destruction... they shoved the furniture and destroyed my mosquito net by tearing it down for easy access to the rest of the room. (again, no one around seemed to notice).

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they then proceeded to shove everything they could find in my own bags and lug it all away... my own bags. including but not limited to: my 2 year supply of contacts, my spare pair of glasses, all of my anti-malarial prophylaxis, every pair of shoes i had (hiking boots, nike running shoes, showering flip-flops), clothes (my host mama had a given me a kenyan style custom made dress)... yeah, that was taken... my computer - which had pictures and videos of the tiriki traditions saved on it, guitar, ipod, my oakley sunglasses that i had had for five years, everything that i had stored under my bed to start the Orphan Support program (including toys, pens, pencils, crayola markers and crayons, jump ropes, candy)... the dumbies even opened up a box that was wrapped in christmas paper (an external dvd drive) and took it out of the box and then left it behind.

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they dumped out my night side drawers, which contained letters from home, my journal, books, and took the things that were on top, like my alarm clock, and my family photo album.... yeah. Now, why on earth would they leave an external dvd drive, but take pictures of my white family in America?

after the goldmine that was my bedroom, they then proceeded to the rest of the house... the list continues: my mattresses, my bicycle, my enormous 12 kilogram gas cylinder and stove top (and let me tell you, that thing was heavy.) ... now, what i don't understand is how they took, literlly, a truck load of things, without ANYBODY noticing?? they even took the light bulb for crying out loud. (i had to borrow the one in the picture below so that i could pack the remaining of my stuff)

it was truly, truly, heartbreaking.

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when the police came they looked at the mess that was left behind and then had me come down to the station to record a statement... what this means is that they wrote down in a carbon copy notebook the date that i returned to discover this mess and then list the things that were stolen. Because it was already dark Peace Corps had me stay the night with the nearest volunteer and then travel the next day to the offices in Nairobi to evaluate the next step. But, before i could file insurance paperwork I had to get a legitimate police report. So the next morning I spent 20 minutes explaining to the Cheptulu police that i needed this statement to prove the incident. I can comfortably conclude two things. One, they have never been asked for one before and Two, they are lazy "non-do's" that refuse to do the job that they receive a salary to do.

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After finally getting my point accross (i'm not leaving without a police report) they took out a piece of notebook paper, wrote down the list of things that were stolen, stamped it, and then handed it to me.

what a joke.

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On the brighter side... Peace Corps Safety and Security department has done a great job attempting to get a proper investigation accomplished, my international insurance came through by fulling covering my insured items, and Peace Corps also will be giving me another "move-in" allowance to start over and also some extra for my losses.

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afterthoughts....

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to be completely honest, it really sucks to come home to a place you don't recognize and to experience this internal seed of mistrust that will probably never go away, but I have to be really thankful that i wasn't there when they decided to break in. I don't want to think about what could have happened. But, I have come to accept that they were just things that were stolen and that was all. My health is fantastic, my family's health is fantastic, and I am so grateful for all of the support that i have received because of this incident.

Not everything is so much fun...

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My main project, that I will be striving to achieve here in Kenya, is to develop an OVC (orphans and vulnerable children) program for the kids within my community. We are applying for grants to get them money to pay for their school fees, uniforms, food, etc... and I always want to make it a mentoring program. (kind of like the US "big brothers big sisters" program.) There are many secondary (high) schools and universities in the area, and I think that would really think that both groups would benefit form the experience. To start the program, we are meeting and gathering three “sub-communities” that will support about 30 children from the ages of 2-12. The first two groups that I met with were fairly typical of the Kenyan culture, but the third group that I met with was very complicated experience… Just thinking about it makes me tear up… So, I’m going to do my best to set the scene for you, but I’m not sure that I am able to really portray to you the heartache that comes with it.

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When I go into the really rural surroundings of my village to meet the kids that I will be working with, I go with my supervisor (Judy, who is now eight months pregnant). We meet the kids, their guardians’, and the “sub-chief” of that area. Many times, the sub-chief doesn’t show up, and usually when they do they are on their phones texting the entire time. The guardians dress-to-impress and they do the same to their kids, but that doesn’t really mean much. .... Also, please note that in order to get funding for our program we have to have proof that the kids are orphans aka: we need death certificates.... which isn’t exactly the easiest thing to accomplish here. The places that we meet are in one of the houses of the guardians, and let me tell you, it is never enough space, but the surrounding view of the forrest and the shambas [garden/farms] is soooo beautiful that it’s ironic.

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So, as Judy and I walk through the most desolate surroundings to meet the third and final group of kids to start this program. We walk for about 20 minutes out of the village of Cheptulu and into the Nandi forrest where one of the guardians lives. Eventually the small, mud path that we are walking on ends at a small mud house and there are children running all around, playing. (a typical Kenyan-tiriki home)

After formally greeting all of the adults that came to visit and sit in on the meeting (to see the mzungu [white person] that’s been hanging around town for the past month). Judy and I walk into the sitting room. It is very small room with a Kenyan-made sofa against every wall. After Judy and I take our seats the kids then come in. There are so many of them that they have to sit on each other’s laps. As the meeting begins I am mesmerized by the children and really only focus on them, and as I watched a 4-year-old carrying a 2-year-old as if he was the parent, I just thought to myself, “yep, this is in Kenya.” As every meeting does, we start by going through roll call... we get their names, their parents names, their guardians names, their ages, the attending schools, and then I talk a little bit about who I am and what I’m doing there. Then, Judy reiterates what I say because my accent isn’t always understood, and as she’s talking one of the visitors grabs a little girl saying, "Oh, you are a nurse. Help her,” as she pushes her onto my lap. The girl is about six or seven and small for her age (as they all are malnurished) and i just start saying, "no no no no nonononono no no no. I'm not a doctor or a nurse. I am not able to help her.” But, the woman continues to talk, in very fast Kiswahili now, to Judy about this girl. She tells/demands the girl to take off this scarf that was covering her head and as the little girl is delicately unknotting it the woman (who no one can seem to move fast enough for) pulls it off of the girl. Immediately I can smell this overwhelming odor that is so pungent that I had to cover my nose and mouth to keep from gagging. It reeked. I couldn’t really see what I was looking at, (because we were in a mud hut that lacks electricity) but I what I could see was that her hair was falling out and her skin was peeling off. It looked like a mix between a burn wound (where the skin looks wavy) and an open/raw sore. Judy then started asking questions (she used to be some sort of nursing assistant at the hospital) and that’s when the arguing started. The woman was telling Judy that we (Judy and I) needed to take this little girl to the hospital because they didn’t have any money. Judy then told the woman and the male guardian that this girl can receive FREE healthcare from the hospital, FREE medicine, FREE treatment. FREE CARE. All they have to do is take her to the hospital. And that’s when the excuses turned into, “well I am not able to take her because I live and work in Mumias and I a do not have time. And he (referring to the older male guardian on the other side of the room) has to take care of the rest of these kids so he does not have time.” [please note, that I walk past the hospital everyday on my way to the office every morning. It is not even a 30 minute walk. It is not far away from where these people were staying.] I just didn’t understand what was going on. I was in complete shock, probably sitting there with my mouth hanging open and looking back and forth between the female guardian and the little girl. This little girl was suffering. I sat there watching as she could barely touch her own scalp enough to put the scarf back on and this woman was telling us the story of her parents dying of AIDS several months ago and her grandmother dying several weeks ago. Seriously, this little girl is not healthy and was suffering in so many ways.

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As we left the house the owner walked us out, and as everything was just sinking in i started looking around at the beautiful landscaping and thought, how ironic. and then i notice the enormous dirt pile in the front yard. The woman, who was talking to judy, turns to me and points at the dirt mound saying, "this is my mother." it was her grave, but she treated it as if she was introducing me to someone that i should greet, and that would greet me back. It was a grave. IT WAS A GRAVE. So, as Judy and i walk back to the office i just cannot stop thinking about how that little girl needs medical attention. Judy agrees and says that the sub-chief that introduced us to the group is going to look into it.... so we get back to the office and i am eating my lunch in complete contemplation of life and one of my co-workers (Charles, we call him "Charlo" because it is short for Charles) sits next to me and asks what's up, and i tell him everything and he says, "oh i know who you're talking about" and describes the house and the little girl in exact detail. He tells me that her parents died of AIDS and that she also has it and that it's probably her medication that is doing that to her scalp so they stopped giving her the medicine and started rubbing herbal medicines on her head. my own skin started to crawl at the thought. I asked why her guardian didn’t take her back to the hospital to change the medication and he said, "I don’t know, probably because they are just waiting for her to die."......................

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yeah. i don't even know what to say. The situation is so desperate that i just wanted to take the little girl to the hospital myself. But, judy reminded me that it is not my responsibility, it is the little girl's guardians responsibility and if i do it this time then they will continue to expect me to do things like this... to take these kids for treatment, to pay for their treatment and to buy them medications…. I just cannot emotionally settle this internal turmoil with my conscience. After a bit of time passes, i told judy what charles had told me and together they contacted the guardian and got her to the hospital the next day. Turned out that the medication that they wanted to put the girl on was out and she will either have to go somewhere else and pay for it, or she will have to wait and return to the hospital to get it... who knows if she will ever get it.

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I LOVE TIRIKI TRADITIONS!! (circumcision ceremonies)

My first five weeks at site I was welcomed with the Luhya-tiriki tradition of the circumcision ceremonies. They only take place once every five years and the communities basically shut-down for about a month while the male-community elders take the boys (ranging in ages from 4-15) are taken into the woods to be circumcised, to heal, and to be taught how to be a man. I wasn't allowed anywhere near the woods, no woman is. But, before they started their transformation into manhood, there was a "pre-circumcision" ceremony where the boys are led by their elders to dance with their families and community... naked. Well technically they are wearing a special plant in the form of a crown on their heads and if I (or anyone) were to cross their path while they were wearing these leaves, I would be cursed.

(here is one of the "not as" revealing pictures of the boys in their ceremonial outfits)

(here are a couple of the "elders" as they prepare the crowd

and lead the boys into the dancing circle)

(here is me dancing with one of the "elders"... my favorite part of this picture is the crowd of mama's in the background. They love to see me participating in the culture. They now call me omukhana wefwe [our daughter])

After a couple of weeks in the forrest, the boys and the elders return to the village in their masks and cow-hide clothing to dance again with their families and community. The boys who have healed will dance, while the ones who are still healing just walk. But, I believe there is some kind of symbolism in that their costumes are all the same and you cannot distinguish one boy from the next, except that their families will tie things to their masks and cow-hides (like records, cds, funnels) so that they can find their own and dance with them.

(here are the boys lined up as they make their way to the dancing circle)

(here are the boys of a nearby village called Shamakhokho (not Cheptulu)

as they follow their leader through the crowds)

(me and a couple of the boys)





(....me dancing.... as you can tell, I'm pretty intense)

i look like a ninja

I think one of the first statements/decisions that I made after I was accepted into the Peace Corps was, "I'm going to get a mohawk." And, after the first month I cut it short, and the last night of training (the night before I swore in for my 2 years of service) I shaved the right side of my head.

I now have a mohawk-esque haircut and it's one of the best decisions I've ever made.

(left to right: the shaved side of my head, the front-head-on-look, what I look like when it's wet, in an up-do, when i first wake up in the morning, and finally how i usually wear it: with a ninja headband.)

So, for those of you who are curious, this is what I look like now!

home sweet home

i like to refer to this as my little cottage on the hill. I think my favorite part is the view from the back of my house... except i cannot full-heartedly agree with that because i get this amazing breeze going through when all my windows and doors are open and it always smells fresh with a relaxing vibe.

(view from the back of my house... if you look at the far hill in the background you can see my favorite tree... i named it Sylvia... and yes, I now name trees.)

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(view from the back of my house during a thunderstorm)

my cottage is composed of 4 livable rooms. (technically there are 5, but the fifth room is forbidden. it is where my 70 year old land lord, Shua, keeps her extra charcoal and furniture that should be thrown away.) When you walk in the front door you enter the sitting room. Walking through the sitting room you enter the kitchen with my "running" water... by "running" water i mean i have a bucket that i refill with water and there is a spout. I didn't create it until my 5th week at site, and it has been wonderful. My gas stove runs off of a 16 kg tank that sits in the fireplace. Next to the kitchen is my bathing room. As you can see it is an empty room, with a drain, without electricity, and with several buckets. In order to find my soaps and shampoo while i bathe i bring a carosene lantern back with me. It sizzles everytime i splatter water on it.

(this is how close i live to Shua...

my landlord who makes me pay her for ridiculous things)

(this is my living room! ... and my guest bed/napping bed.)

(and this is what it will look like [a couch] once i make pillows for the back)

(my kitchen!)

(my kitchen sink!)

(my preparation/cleaning area)

(my new dresser)

(my bed and bedside table)

(my bathtub)

(my "toilet"... the choo)

(my enormous front yard and gate)

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It’s back to basics for USA volunteers

Published on 27/07/2010

By Lucianne Limo

Adam Crider, 29, has lived a fast-paced life in New York City where everything is automated and most transactions are conducted using credit cards. This has also been the life of Brian Shutzaberger for the past 27 years. He loves big cars, and owns a luxurious BMW in his native Oklahoma. But the two youths are among the 36 American volunteers who have abandoned their privileged lives in the US to volunteer under the Peace Corps programme. Crider has traded his apartment in the most expensive city in the world, known to many as the Big Apple, for a small room in Rusinga Island that has no running water.

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Bright expectations: US volunteers in a group picture with ambassador Ranneberger and other embassy staff. [PHOTO: MBUGUA KIBERA/STANDARD]

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Shutzaberger, on the other hand, will have to do a bit of walking in Western Kenya where he is to help small and medium enterprises get on their feet. But even these lifestyle anxieties have not dampened their enthusiasm for the work ahead, and the new country.

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Rusinga Island

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"I’m excited about my two years in Kenya, and look forward to joining my community on Rusinga Island," Crider said after being sworn in by US ambassador Michael Ranneberger at his residence in Nairobi. A telecommunication specialist, Shutzaberger admits his new lifestyle will be a huge contrast to what he has lived in the past – where bathrooms are fitted with sensors to flush after use, while wash basins emit water at the hint of hands. For the next 24 months, Shutzaberger will have to contend with a pit latrine for a toilet and using a bucket to bathe, not to mention probably living without electricity. The 36 volunteers have been in the country for two months undergoing a rigorous induction programme at Oloitoktok, before being dispatched to various communities in Western, Nyanza, Eastern and Coast Provinces.

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Cultural Mosaic

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While at Oloitoktok, the volunteers were taught everything from using a pit latrine to bathing using a bucket and killing a chicken for a meal. They were also introduced to the diverse cultures that make Kenya’s cultural mosaic. "Some of them had never seen a pit latrine or used a bucket to bathe. They were really shocked but learned very fast," said Helen Tuken and Koikai Lemereu, who tutored and hosted some of the volunteers. "The most shocking thing for me was killing a chicken. I have never done it, and that really traumatised me. The chicken was nonetheless delicious," revealed Shutzaberger. Most of the volunteers interviewed said they left their comfort zones because they desire to change their career paths and, while at it, make a useful contribution to the less fortunate. Crider says he had reached a point in his career where he wanted change and, after evaluating his interests, he decided to pursue a path that would lead him to the US Government’s international affairs department.

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Strong Foundation

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"I felt that the Peace Corps provided a great opportunity to utilise my professional skills to help others, and learn to work in a very different cultural environment. I also hope that it will provide a strong foundation for a career in international affairs," he said, adding he would subsequently take a Master’s degree in community work. But, could they be US spies? "I have heard the rumours about Peace Corps volunteers being spies. To my knowledge, those claims are completely false. I was not recruited to spy for the US Government or any other entity," Crider said swiftly. He said he arrived in Kenya by chance as the only choice they made was that of region, not a specific country. "Sub-Saharan Africa was my first choice, and I’m very happy to have been placed in Kenya," he said. During their swearing in ceremony at the US embassy, another volunteer, Lorenzo Nava summed up, in very good Kiswahili, how prepared they were to face the new challenges. "We have left our loved ones and put off our careers in America to be in Kenya. We shall eat, sleep and breath ugali," Nava said to a great applause.

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Miss families

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"We will spend every Saturday morning for the next two years hand washing our laundry," Nava added, hinting at the work ahead. The volunteers said even though they are likely to miss their families back home, the experience and the service to the community would be worth the trouble. "We are prepared to learn and function in communities that are hugely different from our own. We will grow in ways we have never imagined, as we are prepared to put our skills, creativity and passion to the respective communities we will work for," Nava added.

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Dropouts

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The Peace Corps country director Steven Wisecarver said none of the volunteers chosen this year had dropped out of the programme unlike in the past. The volunteers will work in three key areas: Education, Public Health and Small Enterprise Development. Those in Education sector will support the Ministry of Education teach maths, science and life skills. They will also teach the importance of education to girls, counsel communities on HIV and Aids as well as serve as role models to students. Volunteers in the Small Enterprise Development will help in upgrading the business skills of those in income generating activities and help small entrepreneurs improve the quality of their products.

In the process, the participants shall have to encounter the unique cultures of Kenya, and the spirit of sharing that has kept its people going. There are prospects of learning new languages as well, not to mention getting other life perspectives.

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