Silla misses Kenya
Good evening!
I’m just sitting here, full from food, tired from exercising, thinking about how much I miss Kenya. It’s like it became my second home during those 3 months I was there. Not that I know it as well as here, but still it feels like home, I feel like Kenya fits me, with fun, spontaneous people who can start dancing or singing in the middle of the street.
There were times I hated Kenya. Times when everything and everyone seemed to bother me. Everyone wants to talk to you, or get something from you. Everyone wants to be your friend, your lover, your wife, your everything. But the reason why I sometimes hated Kenya mostly depended on some people I met on the way. People with a very negative personality. But I left their company pretty quickly.
At the end I came to love this country of wonders. There’s beach, parties, savannah, city life, lots of different tribes and different ways of living. So colourful, so pretty. And despite it’s poverty – so rich. Every fruit you could think of, almost every animal you could think of, it’s all there. Close and everywhere. Just stop by the road and you’ll find someone selling fresh pineapple.
Kenyans, you have an absolutely lovely country!
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