My secret Kenyan story, not secret anymore. I have officially just completed my sixth trip to Africa. One trip in 2006 to Tanzania with the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric Aids Foundation and five other trips to Kenya with Kenya Keys starting in 2008 to the present. The experience as a whole has been life changing, but for reasons relatively unknown to my friends and family. Whenever I return from my adventures abroad, I am overwhelmed with the loving question, “How was Africa?” Selectively, I have attempted to reiterate the precious moments, but I always seem unable to do it effectively. My words feel like they cheapen the reality of the experiences. The extreme difference in culture makes a starting point to begin a story nonexistent. And with the complexity of most of the moments in Africa, I always feel time is needed to explain in depth the details or people are left with unfinished stories. This time seems difficult to come across once I return to my life. This time seems unfair to consume in the lives of those that ask the question.
As difficult as the process has been for me in the past, I am committed to at least try to tell it. Why? Well because half of my work is what I do when I return from Kenya and telling the stories are important. I have devoted a huge part of my life to travel and have failed to tell them. I have been selfishly hoarding all of it for myself.
So for every day this week, I will post about Africa. I will write the blog in a casual way, just like I am talking. For those that know me, you know that I enjoy talking, so I hope it makes the process easier.
Aly (aka: “Njira” in Duruma the native tribe of Taru Kenya)