I live at 4 Malawi Close on the campus of Kenyatta University. It is a short dead end street with about 8 houses. I do not know why there is a beautiful street in the back corner of campus with ranch houses that looks like a street that could be transplanted from so many other places. It is a surprise to stumble onto two blocks of homes in the back of a campus. Were they built as officer’s quarters when this was an army barracks? It feels English. The street is like a lush, tropical paradise. I have bougainvillea growing all around my house. It reminds me of LA, only it’s not, it’s Kenya. Despite the beauty, I have had power outages on four of the seven days I have been here, and no running water in the kitchen for three. But my showers have been hot, and I sleep well, despite the mosquitos and the roosters who serve as my morning alarm whether I need them or not. And the lizard in the bathroom. And the ants. It is always surprising on Malawi Close.
It is my refuge, and I am always glad to arrive at the door to my new home after a day of adventures.