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130710 — Is the end only a new beginning?

It’s done. I’m finished. Mabrook to me. “Theater as the Elicitive Third Space: How Theater for Development has been used to prevent violence in Kenya.”

130204–Reconnecting with African Roots



130130–Disconnected Yet Again.

It 14.14 and it’s raining in Nairobi. Perhaps not as much raining as it’s pouring down. The power comes and goes. The infrastructure inept to handle water punching it’s way down onto earth. I eat watermelon and bounce around my room on a purple ball. There’s no need to stress. I look out my window at the blue sky. How strange. In the distance I hear thunder and the sound of our neighbors generator. My wireless icon flashes: “Not Connected. No Connections Available.” That means that the power is out in the entire block. I hope the power will return before it’s dark.

I’m posting this at 19.07. The power is finally back on.



It’s an election year in Kenya. Ryan looks out the window as someone outside is holding a political rally. Everyone remembers what happened during the last election. No one knows what’s going to happen this time.


Patty and Mya pose for a pitcure.


Mya loves posing for pictures but as I soon discover also taking pictures.


She also loves dancing.


Reyna listens as her aunt Lydia plays a song.


Sophie and I head down to the marked to grind some maize to make the traditional dish of ugali.


It’s saturday and the market, sokoni, is quite crowded.


Here in the clothes part of the market Sophie tells me that most clothes we donate or get rid off in “the west” ends up.


All the kids take me up to the roof top of their building to watch the sun set over Kibera.


A view from the roof top.


Best friends who loves to pose for pictures.


Playing at the roof top in an old water tank.





130109–Karibu Kenya!

I’m in Nairobi! Sitting on the floor in my new livingroom grasping the fact that I’m for the first time in my life “south of Sahara.” The journey here felt much shorter than I was expecting–even though it was snowing i Istanbul and I was rerouted via Amsterdam. I arrived this morning and D. and O. the couple I’m living with had sent a driver to come and pick me up. The driving here is almost even more crazy than in Riyadh, but my new ‘rafiki’ (friend in Swahili) and driver David felt safe. However, I don’t think I will be heading out on the roads driving by myself anytime soon. Today I’ve spent getting acquainted with my neighborhood Kilimani, just north of the city center. This will be my base for now. But my goal is to explore as much as possible. Of course I’ve already gotten lost once, but during the day time most places around here feel and are safe, and people are in general very helpful. Looking for a small supermarket a woman guided me in the right direction, offered me some nuts and told me a little bit about her work with a local NGO. For now things are pretty relaxing. Tonight we are having dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant and I’m going to try and get a hold of a Kenyan number so I can start contacting people to talk to about my project. And I need to figure out what I want to do and where I want to go when I’m here–as I feel and fear that these eight weeks will pass much faster than expected.

Tuonane baadaye–See you later!


121218–Three weeks!

Today it’s only three weeks left until I leave for Kenya. So much to do. So little time. You can find my presentation about what I’m doing in Kenya here.

Even though the snow has left us I feel that Kenya will be a huge contrast to this…

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