Well Africa was wonderful. Much different from the U.S.
For one, there roads are extremely bumpy and rough. They have no speed limits. Every now and then, in the bigger cities, you will see a traffic light. There intersections are these huge circles. You just drive around and around until you get to the street you want on. Getting in the circle is the tricky part. You just have to jump out there. Risky.
Anyways, we were in Nairobi, Kenya. The 7 days we were there. We worked with a church called Ridgeways Baptist Church. Every morning and afternoon throughout the week we would go out in small groups into the districts surrounding Nairobi. My districts were Muthithi and Kiambu. Muthithi is a residential area, like a neighborhood. Kiambu is always busy. Tons of people everywhere. Being in Kiambu was the most uncomfortable I got because I was the only white person. Luckily the Lord helped me get over that after the first day. We would go door to door or stop people on the streets, we would share the gospel with them, and tell them what Jesus has done in our lives. Surprisingly, in Africa unlike the U.S., they want to hear what you have to say no matter how busy they are. Us being white and from America helped. The people want to know why you came so far and we have the best news they could possible ever hear. Over 200 people accepted Christ that week.
We would also invite people to the revival services we held at the end of the week. For the revivals I got to go into Nairobi with Billy. We went to an office building and had the services in someones office. Sunday we had a huge friendship service at Ridgeways where all the surrounding districts came to Ridgeways. Also throughout the week we got to go to alot of schools and talk with children a Jesus and just play with them. On Saturday, the last day to go into the districts I asked if I could go to Githogoro instead. Githogoro is one of the slums. Miles and miles of tin shakes no bigger than 3x5. These were peoples houses. Sewage running down the streets. The children are running barefoot. The toys they play with consist of an old bicycle tire and a stick. The people we met were so proud to show us there homes and the children had so much hope in there eyes. Today I had to get a flat tire fixed on my car and I thought that was hard. Compared to what these people experience every day my inconveniences are so petty. In the midst of all their suffering they find joy.
One of the major problems with Africa is the gap between the wealthy and the poor and it continues to grow. You are either extremely wealthy or extremely poor. The picture I have posted shows exactly what I mean. You can see the shack houses and shops of the slum Githogoro. Then you see a bush wall and right on the other side of that wall is a huge house in Runda which is one of the wealthiest districts.
I have more to tell. I need to tell you guys about some of the people I met in Africa. That's next time. Have a goodnight.
Kathryn | 
