The Difference Is

Been back home for a solid 14 days give or take and it has been thick - different - wonderful. I say the difference is not just in the lovely weather. It is in the dust and fumes blowing diesel into the already polluted air. The difference is not just in the time some people take to look in your eyes, grab your hand, shake it and say 'habari yako'. Holding your gaze with eyes reddened by the dust and fumes. It is in the hope and prayer that you are truly fine when you respond, 'mzuri sana.' The difference is in what I can feel through the hardened shell of my psyche that has withstood the test of time in America. The difference is in a growing consciousness of a culture that still practices compassion (even with the growing materialism) towards others. There is still so much Human Touch left....

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  1. Sarah LaurenceJanuary 30, 2014 at 5:06 PM

    You capture the nostalgia of going home so well. It's nice to see you back to blogging too. I long to visit Kenya again.

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  2. Hana Njau-OkoloFebruary 2, 2014 at 9:09 AM

    Sarah Hello! It is good to be back...I have missed blogging...If you have not visited Kenya even in the past two years you will have sooo much to take in...It is changing/growing rapidly!

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  3. AO in JoburgFebruary 3, 2014 at 7:08 AM

    So good to see you blogging again Mama S! Missed reading your interesting stories! Welcome back!

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