We had an adventure today! To prepare for the family reunion, Pastor Chola and Miss Pauline took us to the Marikiti Market in the city. Vendors sell fruits and vegetables like watermelons, tomatoes, onions, garlic, cilantro, potatoes, cabbage, bananas, and oranges. It’s HUGE.
If you are a white person in Africa you are called “mzungu” and apparently mzungus don’t ever, EVER, go to this market. So today when we walked in to the crowded, loud marketplace we were surrounded and bombarded. Everywhere people were yelling “Mzungo!” and “British!” (?) and we had SO many people wanting to help us. Pastor Chola wouldn’t let us bring anything with us so the only thing I had in my pockets was a bobby pin. No earrings, no make-up. Fine by me.
But people weren’t really interested in stealing from us, they were more interested in touching our skin or starring at Amy’s blonde hair. One man wanted me to work for him for 20 shillings (about 24 cents). I said no. He said how much? I said BILLIONS. Then he said his heart was rich! But I said nope! Show me the money! And then I said my heart is taken anyway (Jesuuuuuus comin’ through)! But he was pretty nice, anyway.
Another man asked me what I ate to make my skin so white. I said apples. The next thing I know he’s tapping on my shoulder and I turn to see him halfway through a Granny Smith! He asked me why his skin wasn’t turning color...I told him to give it an hour.
Amy literally had a woman walk by her and stop in her tracks just to stare at her hair.
Miss Pauline had to buy 50 cabbages for the reunion and she’s used to spending about 20-40 shillings per cabbage. But because she was with mzungus, the first vendor asked for 150 shillings! She threw that thing down and walked away. Seconds later Pastor Chola asked for the same cabbage (the mzungus far from sight), and he quoted him 90 shillings. He ended up getting them for 40.
All in all we ended up with two huge bags of cabbages, one or two of potatoes, one of carrots, half a bag of oranges, onions, garlic, ginger...SO MUCH food! These bags are at least 3 feet tall. Enough to feed 100, at least. Once everything was purchased a man put it all on the cart and brought it to the car. I really wanted to pull the cart - you see men on the side of the road all the time pulling them! It created quite a laugh when I started to pull it away and almost hit a car. It looked like I was going to hit it, but I didn’t! That makes me a true Kenyan!
Right now we are at the Chola’s at Shiro is giving me a hairstyle. It’s kind of awesome to come to Africa with long hair because everyone wants to feel it and I don’t mind that at all! We’re staying here tonight because we are leaving for Taita around 5 in the morning. I got my backpack all ready...pretty pumped for this.
Wednesday, August 18
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7 comments:
Wow! is all I can say right now.
Mom
That is awesome! Chris told me to tell you not to eat the meat if you can help it. Why were you suppose to where a scarf?
I love the story about the apples! You're clever. Also, you look like a model. Also it's funny that people thought you were British and they thought I was Beyonce. Also, change at to and in the last paragraph.
Have so much fun in the middle of nowhere! I hope you come back with some really great stories.
Ok, in the middle picture, I have to say I have never seen that particular look on your face. Could that be because I have never seen you push a cart in Nairobi?
Can't wait to hear all about the reunion!
Mom
Has anyone noticed the lady in the background looking at you? I suspect that's how everyone's face was! haha I love you
The best thing about the British are those Texas accents, I've always said.
Looks you're having an amazing time over there - enjoy it. Keep eating those apples!
Ryan, you made me laugh. British? Really?
And Rach, that lady was related to Chola! Pretty funny.
We were supposed to wear scarves to cover our hair but I just had too much hair.
Lauren, I don't look like a model! I look like a tough guy!
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