18 09 2009

I woke up this morning and realized that my room looked like a Kenyan shrine!  I have a purple Khanga hanging on my wall, a mahogany carved elephant on my armoire, a safari painting on my shelf, and a giraffe bookstands holding my African themed books.

I miss Africa… and so I plugged in my external and browsed though 1000 pictures and a couple hundred videos.  Here are a few that I have FINALLY found the time to upload…  I leave for Ohio tomorrow morning to visit an underground home with my friend and colleague Hillary.  If I’m not too exhausted when I get back, I’ll post some of my most memorable photographs.


A Day in the Slums of Mombasa

15 07 2009

Today we visited the slums of Bangladesh, Mombasa.  We played with the children and kept them occupied as the adults got tested for HIV/AIDS. 


Our friend Jose took us on a tour through the narrow streets of the slum.  We were told that we would find a breathtaking suprise at the end of our tour.


We came across this… A little boy taking a bath outside of his home with just a bucket of water and a sponge in his hand.  He obviously didn’t mind me taking a picture.


We reached the end of our tour and were taken aback by the most beautiful view of the island of Mombasa, right from the slums of Bangladesh.



I absolutely love Kenya.

“Stop Milking this Cow!”

23 06 2009

In 9 days I’m going to board Phoenix and fly to London (via Toronto), hangout at Heathrow for 8 hours and anxiously wait for my flight to Mombasa (via Nairobi).  Yes, I’ll be in 3 continents in 1 day!  I can hardly contain my excitement… 

Preparing for this trip has been stressful, to say the least.  I guess I’m just used to Baba’s well planned summer vacations.  I’m also used to Kuwait’s free vaccinations and being able to ask Joe to drop off my passport at the Kenyan Consulate.  Here, there is no easy way out – I’ve got to do all the work, and pay for it too.

But I’m not complaining because I have had the honor to be surrounded by the most beautiful people on this planet.  Living through my first year of financial (and emotional) independence has taken a toll on me, but good friends and family have lessened the burden and opened my eyes to the kindness and unselfishness that continues to live in this cruel and nasty world.  When I’m sitting in my ten story office building overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, pushing papers to try to get the construction team to complete the Love Lina Orphanage Center in Malawi on schedule, I will look back and think of three people who have made it possible.  Airabin, Anna and Sal might not realize the impact of their generosity, but I treasure it and will forever be grateful.

I’m coming to the end of my post and you are probably wondering who’s cow I’m milking.  I was in Vegas this past weekend, visiting my cousins Dana and Ahmed, when Dana (with a little help from Fuzzy Navel and Scooby Snack) told me to stop milking this cow – the cow being my trip to Kenya with K4K (Kuwait for Kenya).  I guess I do talk about it quite a bit, and I’m sure it gets very annoying, but I’m excited and I can’t help it!  Dana then began to refer to her charitable trip to Costa Rica as C4C, Crack Heads for Costa Rica.  Good times, good times…

Stay posted… I will be documenting my adventures very soon.

Peace. Love. Hapiness.