Orchids, avocadotrees and all the other exotic green life.. Nairobi is peaceful and welcoming us. His place is great and Keith Pearson is a  wonderful man to stay with.
‘White people start with feeling guilty, if you are here longer things balance out’ he knows.

Guilt seems to be a theme here, not only for whities. In a dinner with artists and NGO’s they talk about how to deal with housecleaners and gardeners and the ever asked question for money (cause someone dies or gets sick or whatever). It is impossible to say YES to all requests. And also the black NGO’s confess they burn receipts of expensive goods they buy or they quickly eat the expensive olives, so the cleaning lady will not see them. ‘Cause if they see where you spend your money on, you don’t have an excuse for your NO’. For some people Mpesa is terrible. ‘Excuses for giving no money just don’t exist anymore’.  ‘What’s wrong with just saying NO, why is that so difficult and why does it make you feel so bad’  one exclaims.

With a psychologist from Mozambique, who has traveled the world, I talk about drawing so much attention because of skincolour. He is black. He tells me stories about Japan, how the mother of his Japanese friend just did not dare to look at him for 2 days. For weeks he was being stared at everywhere he went.

We meet  a cousin of an Ethiopean/New York friend of Laura in an Ethiopean restaurant with wonderful food. She is a television producer. I realised what I know about Ethiopie is hunger. Keith asks me what I know about China. ‘I don’t like their food’ I say. But indeed I do not asscociate China with hunger, eventhough they had the same disasterous political mistake. Next day our driver drives us to Kenyatta University where we will perform that morning, and he tells us that the road we are on is made in China. Everything seems to be made in China..

A man in Mombasa, who read my first blog, invites me to contact him about complementary money in Mombasa. I look at his website and feel so stupid that I did not know about him while I was still there. Eco-pesa. I ask him who to contact in Nairobi and he tells me: Call John Adoli. I do and we make an appointment. When I get his emailadress, I look at his website and this man turns out to be the director of a slum-program.  We decide to combine seeing him with doing  the slum-tour. ‘After last nights rain the slum will be even more gross’, Keith tells us…

Saturday I will be on the National Television K24 (owned by the president elect…)