Being in Kenya has been a great experience. Mostly all the people here are nice and friendly, and no one turns down a hand shake. Even when someone’s hand is dirty you shake their wrist, which shows how much the people here want to meet a new person.
I have seen poverty and luxury right beside each other. I went to my family’s sponsored child’s home. It was small, but still it was better than a lot of other homes. The alley way running up to it was cramped and had water running in it with trash thrown all over because it was right next to Nairobi’s city dump. Children have had lung problems because of the horrid stench. Yet along the roadsides I saw concrete walls with barbed wire on top and I saw large, nice looking buildings holding Kenyans and foreigners with iPads and good looking clothes. In Limuru Children’s Centre the kids who live there own a cubby 1 by 2 feet that holds all their possessions and stay in a single room that holds roughly thirteen other children. In America children have their own room or share it with a sibling and what they own barely fits in their spacious room, including mine. Other people live in mansions and have all they could ask for. Coming to Kenya has made me realize how good God has been to me and all that I own is so much more than several Kenyan children combined. If everyone owned the same amount of possessions, no one would be poor and there would be enough for everyone. Also, poor means lacking something, not necessarily material possessions. Even some people who own more are poorer than those who lack material possessions. In some ways I am poorer than the poor. I have seen that Kenyan children have more fun with less.