Sorry it's been so long. It's been tough finding a decent connection. The good news is, although violence has cropped up in more cities, people have a lot of faith in Kofi Annan and feel that these negotiations will be a turning point. Meanwhile, I got my internship assignment, and we've started riding matatus through the city (I came to school alone today and got nothing stolen - woohoo!). More on that next time. Here's a bit about my home in Kenya:
Our apartment complex, Njema Court, is in an upper-middle class neighborhood of Nairobi called Westlands. All the homes and businesses in neighborhoods like this are surrounded by high brick walls topped with spikes, barbed wire, and/or glass shards. There are guards hired to stand at the solid gate 24 hours a day. It's mildly hilarious, but not at all unusual for Nairobi. This city is full of very rich people as well as very poor people, who the rich try desperately to keep out of their lives. There have been no reports of any sort of unrest in Westlands since the election, so we can stay in this district and do out grocery shopping and clubbing right here if there's violence downtown.
Anyway, it's a fancy apartment complex. Inside the gates we have a gym, pool, dry goods store full of Indian spices and lentils, bakery (mmmmm...), boutique, and chemist (combination pharmacy/doctor). A woman comes to do our laundry several days a week, and a maid cleans every day but Sunday. I'm getting ridiculously spoiled, but these women are friends of the program who were trained to do housework at some of our internship sights, so I'm happy to support them.
I share one of our three bedrooms with Ayah. The beds are hard and the walls are still pretty bare (except for my collage of pictures). We have two bathrooms, a living/dining room with a TV that gets five channels, and a kitchen with a small oven and a gas stove, where we cook nearly every night. We also have a fridge, toaster, microwave, radio, and boiler in which we boil tap water before drinking. We pay for electricity, so we turn out the lights and cut power to the outlets when we're not using them. We turn on the water heater for a couple of hours every day before we all shower.
The water is a bit orange from all the red dust that blows around. It weirds you out at first, but you get over it pretty fast. There's dust pretty much everywhere. You just have to get over the shock of seeing brownish-red water the first time you rinse your hair in the shower every night.
We usually don't watch TV, except the local nightly news. Truly, we're all so beat (physically as well as emotionally, at times) by the time we get home from wherever we are, we just want to sit, listen to some music, and talk. I read quite a bit and write emails/blogs on my laptop, which I save on a flash drive and take to school or an internet cafe in Westlands. Sometimes we lose power, but not for too long.
At the moment I'm sitting on our little balcony with my feet up (cooling off after the bus ride from USIU, which is dusty and hothothot), thoroughly enjoying the breeze. Our balcony looks northeast over an empty field that is dotted with trees and is vibrantly green, except where you can see little patches of red earth. There's a hut made of corrugated tin standing in the field where three or four men live. We weren't sure they actually lived there until we saw them walk outside and stretch one morning. They burn their trash in the field a couple of times a day, and sometimes we see their dogs chasing each other around the hut. I wish I knew their story. Right now there are some people in suits and ties standing in the middle of the field and gesturing (as the men sit outside their hut). Not sure how to explain this one.
That's about all there is to know about the place I call home. I'll do a “day in the life” sort of post sometime soon. We can't wait for this mess to die down so we can have some freedom and get on with our lives, but things are definitely getting better. The Eagle did an article on us, also, if you want to check it out: http://media.www.theeagleonline.com/media/storage/paper666/news/2008/01/24/News/Students.Volunteer.Help.Kenyans-3165297.shtml
Monday, January 28
Saturday, January 19
Quickly, before my connection dies!
In this issue: a quick update and some talk of politics. Read on if you dare.
We're still waiting for the announcement that we can live life with some level of normalcy. The government made Raila's rallies illegal, and its been pouring rain for the past couple of days, so the ODM protests have been rather unsuccessful. We didn't go to class at USIU on Wednesday since we weren't sure what was going to happen, but we were able to have Kiswahili class in Westlands on Tuesday and Thursday. So although our movement is restricted, we haven't been imprisoned in the apartments. We're free to move about Westlands this weekend, so we'll be able to go out for a bit of dancing and shopping over the next couple of days.
We've still been spending a lot of time meeting with people from the businesses where we can intern. I'm holding out hope that we'll have access to the public health clinic in Kibera where I wanted to work, but there's also a great microfinance group we can work with that would allow me a lot of contact with families in the slums, as well as some fantastic experience.
We returned to volunteer at the refugee camp at Kurura on Thursday, where people who fled the violence in Rift Valley Province are staying. We arrived later than planned and didn't need to help with lunch, but we played with the kids for a few hours. I took some great videos and pictures... and the kids took plenty for me too. Haha. I wish I had a fast enough connection to upload a few photos. Maybe when the internet cafe on campus opens I'll give it a try. Anyway, I hope I can go back to see the kids sometime soon.
The other night we headed over to the US Ambassador's residence to swim in the heated pool and smoke shisha. Mark, the ambassador's son, goes to USIU and hangs out with us quite a bit... it was pretty fantastic to get to chill at the residence. Friday morning we went to the US Embassy for a town hall meeting, where a lot of caffeinated American missionaries harassed the Ambassador about their safety. It was interesting hearing the Ambassador's thoughts on the conflict, though. The Embassy is even less worried about the situation than KJ – they don't consider evacuation a remote possibility, so I'll likely get to finish my semester (yay).
So on to politics. I'm sure you've been seeing reports coming out of Nairobi and Kisumu about the latest outbursts. The fast of the matter is, the rallies this week were relative failures. They were fairly small and didn't attract a lot of attention, even here, thanks to the heavy rain and police blockades. We're all sort of feeling like things could calm down from here, although Raila will lose face if he backs down. I just don't see any other solution. Kenyans (except the extremists who are throwing rocks in the BBC videos) are tired of the violence, tired of not being able to ride matatus to work, tired of losing money because tourists have stopped flying into the country. Raila can't possibly hope to continue calling on his supporters to rally for him and die in the streets.
It's increasingly obvious that Kibaki probably lost the election. Raila appealed to pretty much all non-Kikuyus and spent a hell of a lot more time campaigning. That's not to mention the problems with ECK's tallies and voter turnout reports, which were 95% in some provinces. The problem is, a recount is impossible (because it's Kenya) and a revote would throw the country into chaos. Kibaki will never give up power, even if over half the country supports Raila. ODM has a lot of power in Parliament now, so if Raila will calm down and accept a political settlement in the next couple of weeks, things should stabilize a fair amount.
It's difficult to watch the news reports, knowing that Raila's supporters probably did have the election stolen from them (not that they didn't try to stack the deck in their own favor). The slums of Kibera and Kawangare, the cities of Kisumu and Eldoret in Western Province, and Mombasa on the coast, are all ODM strongholds. The worst videos you see on the news come from there. The burned church, the tear gassing, and the “shoot to kill” orders have all come from those pockets of violence. Unarmed protesters have been shot with no provocation, but all you can say is, “This is Kenya.” It's absurd that a country this developed would revoke the right to peacefully assemble, but what can you do? The government is behaving pretty horribly, but they have the military on their side. Raila isn't helping things by being inflexible, either. It'll be interesting to see what happens after the failed rallies this week...
Anyway, back to the real world for a few days. Talk to you all soon! And yes, I'll stay safe.
We're still waiting for the announcement that we can live life with some level of normalcy. The government made Raila's rallies illegal, and its been pouring rain for the past couple of days, so the ODM protests have been rather unsuccessful. We didn't go to class at USIU on Wednesday since we weren't sure what was going to happen, but we were able to have Kiswahili class in Westlands on Tuesday and Thursday. So although our movement is restricted, we haven't been imprisoned in the apartments. We're free to move about Westlands this weekend, so we'll be able to go out for a bit of dancing and shopping over the next couple of days.
We've still been spending a lot of time meeting with people from the businesses where we can intern. I'm holding out hope that we'll have access to the public health clinic in Kibera where I wanted to work, but there's also a great microfinance group we can work with that would allow me a lot of contact with families in the slums, as well as some fantastic experience.
We returned to volunteer at the refugee camp at Kurura on Thursday, where people who fled the violence in Rift Valley Province are staying. We arrived later than planned and didn't need to help with lunch, but we played with the kids for a few hours. I took some great videos and pictures... and the kids took plenty for me too. Haha. I wish I had a fast enough connection to upload a few photos. Maybe when the internet cafe on campus opens I'll give it a try. Anyway, I hope I can go back to see the kids sometime soon.
The other night we headed over to the US Ambassador's residence to swim in the heated pool and smoke shisha. Mark, the ambassador's son, goes to USIU and hangs out with us quite a bit... it was pretty fantastic to get to chill at the residence. Friday morning we went to the US Embassy for a town hall meeting, where a lot of caffeinated American missionaries harassed the Ambassador about their safety. It was interesting hearing the Ambassador's thoughts on the conflict, though. The Embassy is even less worried about the situation than KJ – they don't consider evacuation a remote possibility, so I'll likely get to finish my semester (yay).
So on to politics. I'm sure you've been seeing reports coming out of Nairobi and Kisumu about the latest outbursts. The fast of the matter is, the rallies this week were relative failures. They were fairly small and didn't attract a lot of attention, even here, thanks to the heavy rain and police blockades. We're all sort of feeling like things could calm down from here, although Raila will lose face if he backs down. I just don't see any other solution. Kenyans (except the extremists who are throwing rocks in the BBC videos) are tired of the violence, tired of not being able to ride matatus to work, tired of losing money because tourists have stopped flying into the country. Raila can't possibly hope to continue calling on his supporters to rally for him and die in the streets.
It's increasingly obvious that Kibaki probably lost the election. Raila appealed to pretty much all non-Kikuyus and spent a hell of a lot more time campaigning. That's not to mention the problems with ECK's tallies and voter turnout reports, which were 95% in some provinces. The problem is, a recount is impossible (because it's Kenya) and a revote would throw the country into chaos. Kibaki will never give up power, even if over half the country supports Raila. ODM has a lot of power in Parliament now, so if Raila will calm down and accept a political settlement in the next couple of weeks, things should stabilize a fair amount.
It's difficult to watch the news reports, knowing that Raila's supporters probably did have the election stolen from them (not that they didn't try to stack the deck in their own favor). The slums of Kibera and Kawangare, the cities of Kisumu and Eldoret in Western Province, and Mombasa on the coast, are all ODM strongholds. The worst videos you see on the news come from there. The burned church, the tear gassing, and the “shoot to kill” orders have all come from those pockets of violence. Unarmed protesters have been shot with no provocation, but all you can say is, “This is Kenya.” It's absurd that a country this developed would revoke the right to peacefully assemble, but what can you do? The government is behaving pretty horribly, but they have the military on their side. Raila isn't helping things by being inflexible, either. It'll be interesting to see what happens after the failed rallies this week...
Anyway, back to the real world for a few days. Talk to you all soon! And yes, I'll stay safe.
Monday, January 14
Slow down you crazy child...
It's been a tiring week. Our orientation is over and classes started today, though there's no telling how consistently we'll be able to make the trip to our university. USIU is a very pretty campus with about 3,000 students, most of whom are wealthy Kenyans, though there are a lot of foreigners there too. It's about a 1.5 hour commute to campus, which is a serious pain. My classes are looking pretty good though. All I'm taking at USIU is African International Relations and Politics in International Economics. My Kiswahili class and the course on Kenyan politics and culture are outside USIU. My IR professor is a cool Somali lady, and my IPE professor is a career diplomat and the former ambassador to Sudan. He's very excited to have Jackie and I in his class and spent 20 minutes after class encouraging us to express our American ideals in class discussion. Hah.
Unfortunately, we're still taking taxis because Victor, the assistant program director, isn't comfortable sending us on the matatu buses yet. Raila Odinga has planned rallies for three days this week (because Parliament is opening tomorrow), and people are expecting them to actually happen this time, so we'll be on relative lockdown in the apartments for a few days. KJ, the program director, isn't taking any chances and doesn't want us out and about if there's a risk of violence. We're all dying for more freedom (and not having to pay for taxis, which cost about $5 instead of $.30 like the matatus), but patience is the word of the week.
The political situation is very interesting. A great deal of our orientation was just talking to Kenyan friends of KJ. Victor, who I mentioned earlier, and Fred, our Kiswahili instructor, both made it to Nairobi last week after having been stuck in the western provinces when public transportation shut down. Victor arrived with bloodshot eyes after being tear gassed in Kisumu. The whole tribal conflict idea is interesting – the more I learn about it, the more sense it makes that the American media can't discuss it accurately. It's very multi-faceted. On the one hand, Kikuyus and Luos can easily be friends and sit down for a drink and not care a bit. I've met several people with one parent Kikuyu and one parent Luo. The British fostered hostility between ethnic groups during colonial rule, though, and that animosity still surfaces sometimes. Kenyans do feel some obligation to their tribe... for example, employers will sometimes specify that they want someone from one tribe or another. People want to help their tribe before a “rival” tribe.
Really, most Kenyans just want this mess to blow over (they refer to it as “the mess”). Our program has a lot of connections to people involved in the peace movement, so we've been talking to the folks organizing the peace demonstrations and putting together the musical productions calling for Kenyan unity. There are messages for peace allllll over the radio, on billboards, in music videos, in graffiti... everywhere, really. As KJ says, though, the next few days will decide the next few weeks which will decide the next few months. No one is expecting it to be a smooth semester.
Orientation was definitely a lot of talking. We did visit several internship sites, though none in Kibera (where I want to work), as it's still rather unstable. We also got our introduction to Kenyan night life, which has a reputation for being the best in the world. Friday night we went to a tribute concert to the Mighty King Kong, a Kenyan reggae artist who died last month, at the French cultural center downtown. Saturday we went out to a bar/club and let loose a bit, dancing like the ridiculous Americans we are to “Sweet Home Alabama” and Hanson songs from the 1990s. I'll have to discuss the music scene in an entry of its own though. Too much to say.
We did some more community service on Friday, preparing food at a camp for refugees from the Rift Valley. Saturday we spent a few hours with the kids at an orphanage in Eastleigh, one of Nairobi's smaller slums. The neighborhood is populated mostly by Somali refugees, and the older boys at the orphanage showed us around the huge Somali market in the neighborhood. Obviously folks there aren't too friendly toward Americans, but we're allowed to go back to the neighborhood and walk around if we take the boys from the orphanage with us. I'll have to discuss impressions of Eastleigh in another entry though. Again, too too too much to say.
Also, I've learned to barter pretty damn well. You can mix Swahili and English freely, so it's easy to pick up the important Swahili phrases and sound like a natural. It's quite a lot of fun. :) Topic for another entry. I'll start discussing my life here in little pieces once things slow down. We've been going non-stop the past 5 days, so there are too many events to talk about. I'll get there though. Until later!
Unfortunately, we're still taking taxis because Victor, the assistant program director, isn't comfortable sending us on the matatu buses yet. Raila Odinga has planned rallies for three days this week (because Parliament is opening tomorrow), and people are expecting them to actually happen this time, so we'll be on relative lockdown in the apartments for a few days. KJ, the program director, isn't taking any chances and doesn't want us out and about if there's a risk of violence. We're all dying for more freedom (and not having to pay for taxis, which cost about $5 instead of $.30 like the matatus), but patience is the word of the week.
The political situation is very interesting. A great deal of our orientation was just talking to Kenyan friends of KJ. Victor, who I mentioned earlier, and Fred, our Kiswahili instructor, both made it to Nairobi last week after having been stuck in the western provinces when public transportation shut down. Victor arrived with bloodshot eyes after being tear gassed in Kisumu. The whole tribal conflict idea is interesting – the more I learn about it, the more sense it makes that the American media can't discuss it accurately. It's very multi-faceted. On the one hand, Kikuyus and Luos can easily be friends and sit down for a drink and not care a bit. I've met several people with one parent Kikuyu and one parent Luo. The British fostered hostility between ethnic groups during colonial rule, though, and that animosity still surfaces sometimes. Kenyans do feel some obligation to their tribe... for example, employers will sometimes specify that they want someone from one tribe or another. People want to help their tribe before a “rival” tribe.
Really, most Kenyans just want this mess to blow over (they refer to it as “the mess”). Our program has a lot of connections to people involved in the peace movement, so we've been talking to the folks organizing the peace demonstrations and putting together the musical productions calling for Kenyan unity. There are messages for peace allllll over the radio, on billboards, in music videos, in graffiti... everywhere, really. As KJ says, though, the next few days will decide the next few weeks which will decide the next few months. No one is expecting it to be a smooth semester.
Orientation was definitely a lot of talking. We did visit several internship sites, though none in Kibera (where I want to work), as it's still rather unstable. We also got our introduction to Kenyan night life, which has a reputation for being the best in the world. Friday night we went to a tribute concert to the Mighty King Kong, a Kenyan reggae artist who died last month, at the French cultural center downtown. Saturday we went out to a bar/club and let loose a bit, dancing like the ridiculous Americans we are to “Sweet Home Alabama” and Hanson songs from the 1990s. I'll have to discuss the music scene in an entry of its own though. Too much to say.
We did some more community service on Friday, preparing food at a camp for refugees from the Rift Valley. Saturday we spent a few hours with the kids at an orphanage in Eastleigh, one of Nairobi's smaller slums. The neighborhood is populated mostly by Somali refugees, and the older boys at the orphanage showed us around the huge Somali market in the neighborhood. Obviously folks there aren't too friendly toward Americans, but we're allowed to go back to the neighborhood and walk around if we take the boys from the orphanage with us. I'll have to discuss impressions of Eastleigh in another entry though. Again, too too too much to say.
Also, I've learned to barter pretty damn well. You can mix Swahili and English freely, so it's easy to pick up the important Swahili phrases and sound like a natural. It's quite a lot of fun. :) Topic for another entry. I'll start discussing my life here in little pieces once things slow down. We've been going non-stop the past 5 days, so there are too many events to talk about. I'll get there though. Until later!
Wednesday, January 9
Fortunately, I am an optimist.
Holy crap.
I can't believe I've only been here 24 hours.
Despite mechanical problems with my planes in both KC and Detroit, I made it to Nairobi. I had a long layover in Detroit, we had a tailwind over the Atlantic, and I sprinted through the Amsterdam airport, so I made all my connecting flights. Obviously I am destined to be here right now. Hahaha. Anyway, the flight was gorgeous - the sky was crystal clear over Europe. Flew into Amsterdam at dawn, ate lunch over the Alps, took a nap over the Mediterranean and woke up over the Sahara. Northern Kenya was the most interesting to fly over, though. It was dark by that time, and there were almost no lights in sight. It would be a sea of darkness and then a single campfire, or a few grouped campfires... so different from the oceans of light you see when you fly over the US. The Turkana region is completely different from Nairobi though, so don't get any ideas about me camping. Nairobi is very much like a small Washington, DC.
The moment I realized (in my exhaustion and delirium) that I was actually in Africa was when I saw the trees on the drive from the airport to the apartment. None of the trees here grow in North America, of course, but that isn't really something I considered ahead of time. You know those trees you see lions sleeping under in PBS shows? Yeah. They're everywhere. Along with palm trees and huge, bright, tropical flowers. The weather is perfect - the air is 75 degrees, but in the sun it's quite a bit hotter. Oh, and I saw a monkey today.. it was chilling on a brick wall in Jamhuri Park. I am at a loss for words.
Nairobi is incredibly beautiful and ugly at the same time. It's SO green, but also rather dirty between the red dust and exhaust. It does smell better than DC, though. I keep forgetting any kind of unrest is going on. I've seen nothing remotely unusual after walking and driving all over the city today. Stores are open, buses are running as usual, vendors are selling mangos and pineapples on the street, and people are walking around everywhere.
This morning I woke up fairly early to go with the group to a really intense yoga class. Tomorrow I'll feel awful I'm sure, but the work out will help me get over my jetlag. This afternoon we went to Jamhuri Park, where many of the slum residents (mostly from Kibera) displaced by the violence can get shelter, food, and clothes. There were too many volunteers for them to need our help much, but we played with some of the children and helped the Red Cross load trucks with supplies. It was so interesting to see it all, though I wish we could have done more to help.
After that we explored Westlands (our neighborhood) a bit and I bought shampoo and toothpaste and such, then we cooked dinner for all the students and some Kenyan friends in our apartment. Things have just quieted down, and now we're waiting on the last three students to arrive. Orientation starts tomorrow! We'll be busy, but I hope I can update soon. I know we'll be visiting some of the internship sites, which means I'll get to see more of Nairobi, including the slums. Should be interesting. Also tiring. But I'll talk to you all soon!
Sorry for the rambling. I'm ridiculously excited to be here. The point is, I'm safe and very happy, and already a bit sunburned.
I can't believe I've only been here 24 hours.
Despite mechanical problems with my planes in both KC and Detroit, I made it to Nairobi. I had a long layover in Detroit, we had a tailwind over the Atlantic, and I sprinted through the Amsterdam airport, so I made all my connecting flights. Obviously I am destined to be here right now. Hahaha. Anyway, the flight was gorgeous - the sky was crystal clear over Europe. Flew into Amsterdam at dawn, ate lunch over the Alps, took a nap over the Mediterranean and woke up over the Sahara. Northern Kenya was the most interesting to fly over, though. It was dark by that time, and there were almost no lights in sight. It would be a sea of darkness and then a single campfire, or a few grouped campfires... so different from the oceans of light you see when you fly over the US. The Turkana region is completely different from Nairobi though, so don't get any ideas about me camping. Nairobi is very much like a small Washington, DC.
The moment I realized (in my exhaustion and delirium) that I was actually in Africa was when I saw the trees on the drive from the airport to the apartment. None of the trees here grow in North America, of course, but that isn't really something I considered ahead of time. You know those trees you see lions sleeping under in PBS shows? Yeah. They're everywhere. Along with palm trees and huge, bright, tropical flowers. The weather is perfect - the air is 75 degrees, but in the sun it's quite a bit hotter. Oh, and I saw a monkey today.. it was chilling on a brick wall in Jamhuri Park. I am at a loss for words.
Nairobi is incredibly beautiful and ugly at the same time. It's SO green, but also rather dirty between the red dust and exhaust. It does smell better than DC, though. I keep forgetting any kind of unrest is going on. I've seen nothing remotely unusual after walking and driving all over the city today. Stores are open, buses are running as usual, vendors are selling mangos and pineapples on the street, and people are walking around everywhere.
This morning I woke up fairly early to go with the group to a really intense yoga class. Tomorrow I'll feel awful I'm sure, but the work out will help me get over my jetlag. This afternoon we went to Jamhuri Park, where many of the slum residents (mostly from Kibera) displaced by the violence can get shelter, food, and clothes. There were too many volunteers for them to need our help much, but we played with some of the children and helped the Red Cross load trucks with supplies. It was so interesting to see it all, though I wish we could have done more to help.
After that we explored Westlands (our neighborhood) a bit and I bought shampoo and toothpaste and such, then we cooked dinner for all the students and some Kenyan friends in our apartment. Things have just quieted down, and now we're waiting on the last three students to arrive. Orientation starts tomorrow! We'll be busy, but I hope I can update soon. I know we'll be visiting some of the internship sites, which means I'll get to see more of Nairobi, including the slums. Should be interesting. Also tiring. But I'll talk to you all soon!
Sorry for the rambling. I'm ridiculously excited to be here. The point is, I'm safe and very happy, and already a bit sunburned.
Wednesday, January 2
A bit of a shaky start...
Well, I'm still here in Kansas, dreaming of the Equator as I look out at the snow on the front lawn that hasn't melted since I got home from American. We rescheduled my flight to Nairobi for January 7, so I have another week to pretend I'm packing and getting ready to leave.
The post-election violence that's been all over the news is definitely serious, but much more isolated than we're being led to believe. The videos of riots and looting are almost exclusively from Kibera, Nairobi's biggest slum, and western towns like Kisumu and Eldoret, where the church was burned down yesterday. Businesses and public transportation in Nairobi have largely shut down, however, so my orientation was moved to next week, and I decided to delay my flight and spend the extra time at home.
Most of us students are flying in at the beginning of next week, unless conditions within Nairobi itself get significantly worse. The students who decided to leave the States yesterday have said that our neighborhood in Nairobi is quiet, but the city is understandably tense. Raila Odinga, who lost the election to President Kibaki by a very narrow margin, has called one million of his supporters to protest in downtown Nairobi tomorrow. That rally will most likely decide the future of our semester, so we're all hoping it's peaceful...
The post-election violence that's been all over the news is definitely serious, but much more isolated than we're being led to believe. The videos of riots and looting are almost exclusively from Kibera, Nairobi's biggest slum, and western towns like Kisumu and Eldoret, where the church was burned down yesterday. Businesses and public transportation in Nairobi have largely shut down, however, so my orientation was moved to next week, and I decided to delay my flight and spend the extra time at home.
Most of us students are flying in at the beginning of next week, unless conditions within Nairobi itself get significantly worse. The students who decided to leave the States yesterday have said that our neighborhood in Nairobi is quiet, but the city is understandably tense. Raila Odinga, who lost the election to President Kibaki by a very narrow margin, has called one million of his supporters to protest in downtown Nairobi tomorrow. That rally will most likely decide the future of our semester, so we're all hoping it's peaceful...
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