Arrive On Arrival

"Survival Got Me Buggin, But I'm Alive on Arrival"

Oh yes. I'm back on the blog like I'm back on the block. The best rapper at Harvard Law is in Kenya for three months, and he intends to write somethin. Let's begin at the beginning.

I was the last person to check-in for my flight. They actually closed the ticket-counter, and opened it up only out of the goodness of their Dutch hearts (I flew KLM "Royal Dutch Airlines." Food, not bad). Mad traffic on the way to the airport, and I wouldn't have made it at all if it weren't for the extraordinary driving efforts of my father, such efforts not excluding reversing off the highway. I started watching "Eat, Pray, Love" on the plane, but lets just say the book was better than the movie.

Ok, Kenya. I stay at this apartment with one co-worker and one woman who works for the Clinton Foundation. My work while I'm here is refugee protection. My style while I'm here is effective humanitarian worker with a good nature.

Why the name of this blog? Homi = homey (idk if that was clear). "Nairobi Wan Kanobi" was too long to write. Some people call Nairobi, "Nai-robbery," but that's a little much even for me.
some Swahili while we're at it:
"Jambo" means hello (Carol: remember that from the movie?)
"Asante San" means thank you (Caryn: remember Rafiki from the Lion King, "Asante San a squashed banana?" Well someone actually gave me a banana and so I said "Asante San"!).

"Karibu Kenya" means "welcome to Kenya" (Everybody!).