I finally got to go for a run this morning! And it felt
grrrreat!! Our apartment is right across the street from a school that has a
giant field, and I've been eyeing it up ever since we moved in. Our landlord,
Eunice, happens to be a teacher at said school, and she worked out a deal with
the guard, Boaz, to let us in whenever we want. Perrrrfect. We got up early to
beat the dust and pollution and did about 4 miles. I didn't feel too awful
after nearly a month without running, but we'll see how the old lungs feel
later today. I also woke up this morning with the beginnings of a cold (it's
been going around the group....), and that run did more than all of the oranges
and vitamins in the world could do.
So something interesting happened to Ben and me yesterday.
We were on the home stretch of our 2 and a half hour walk to make photocopies
of a household survey and deliver them to Kibera...when we were stopped by the
police. Two guys, in uniform, with guns, chillin on the corner, just waiting to
stop unsuspecting mzungus. The police have been on a serious hunt lately and
have detained a tons of foreigners without documentation. So they asked for
ours. This was honestly the first time I had ever carried my passport with me.
We made a conscious decision as a team to never have our passports on us. I
think I mentioned all of the NGOs working in Kibera...and how those living in
Kibera are - at the very least - disenchanted since they never seem to see the
benefits of these efforts. But what's worlds worse are the 'slum tourists.'
Some groups come in large white vans, tightly locked inside, taking pictures,
and gawking at the kids. Some of our friends in the community have told us that
sometimes they feel like monkeys in the zoo. Other groups come in with video
cameras and giant backpacks. They will get their footage of the 'real third
world experience (or something...)' and leave. Just the other day a couple of
tourists got their laptops and passports stolen (why would you bring those into
Kibera????). Not surprised. It's idiots like this that made public officials
require that every outside group entering KIbera be escorted by an armed guard.
Not us. That's completely ridiculous (and in my opinion, it puts a bigger
target on our backs and is extremely offensive). Instead, we're escorted around
by our friends, well-respected members of the community. We don't carry
anything we don't need (ie, passports) and we come back...we're in Kibera,
working (not touring!), about 4 days a week. All this is to say that it's not
actually safe for us to be carrying our passports around with us (and it's some
sort of miracle that I had mine on me when we were stopped). Ben didn't have
his on him, however, and we were given a lot of trouble. In the end, all they
wanted was to be paid off. All we had to do was call their bluff that they
would take us down to the station (and why would they want to do that? they
couldn't be as corrupt or hustle us there). They let us go. Chalk it up as
another experience, no harm done. Now we all have color copies of our passport
and visas :)
Pad party!! |
I think I mentioned in an earlier post that, this summer,
we're looking into sanitary pad options and alternatives for the schoolgirls in
Kibera. We met with Megan, the founder and CEO of Zana Africa, an organization
that is in the process of developing a low-cost, environmentally-friendly pad
made from some undisclosed local agricultural material. We stopped by her
office (and beautiful home and garden), and she showed us her extensive collection
of pads from all over Kenya. We went through each one - she told us where they
were from, what they were made of, how much they cost, and what women and girls
(particularly in informal settlements) thought of them. What we learned: there
are hardly any good options. Megan and her team have been doing the research
and putting in the effort to find out what is feasible and appropriate for
women and girls in Kenya. We're very excited about the pad they are working
on….but it won't be available until early 2014. In the meantime, we’re trying
to figure out what the girls are currently doing, and what we can do to help.
So when we wrapped up our training with the hygiene club at Undugu school on
Monday, we asked the girls to stay after and participate in a focus group. We
asked about their practices, knowledge, and attitudes related to menstruation,
and gathered their feedback on a sanitary pad that we can obtain for free from
Rotary. I was surprised by how open and honest the girls were, considering how
stigmatized and taboo the subject of menstruation is in Kenya. We learned a lot
in a short amount of time…the biggest issue is distribution. Rotary provides
pads in one-year supply packages. It seems like a great idea, but there are
some challenges within the context of Kibera. If a girl brings home an entire
year's supply of pads, that becomes the most economically valuable thing in the
home. Fathers are likely to sell them, others might steal them…the girls have
very little chance of actually using them. Today, we were introduced to a new
option. We met with Beatrice from an organization called Saidia dada (Help
women and children in Kenya). Beatrice finds women living in the slums, trains
them on how to make pads, invites them to her office (which also happens to be
her home) where they manufacture the pads, pays them for their time, and gives
them a commission on every package they sell in their village. With this model,
Beatrice provides employment and pads are available at low price to women in
the slums. We are so excited to head up to her 'factory' tomorrow to see how
the process works and how we can start this model in Kibera.
Other than that, we are gearing up for (work-related, yes!) trips
to the Mara, Mombasa, and a little village outside of Kisumu. We’ll be scoping
out some new potential work sites and doing a hygiene training with 100
midwives in Kisumu. I'm sure we'll manage to fit in some site-seeing somehow J. A couple weeks after
that, we'll be tying up loose ends for the project and heading to Uganda for a
week before returning to the states.
Even though we're exhausted after full days of work, I've
managed to apply for jobs just about every day. Haven't heard anything yet, but
that won’t slow me down!