Strange Bedfellowes
Published by Amy under Medical School,The Future,TRAVEL on April 26, 2010I woke up this morning and pulled on my chacos and some leggings. Over the leggings I put my African Kanga. I put on my Masai earrings and my special necklace made for me and given to me by a disabled woman in a small village in the valley. Today was Global Health Day. Every day of my life is Global health day. I think about my friends and times abroad at least 20 times a day. But today other people thought about it.
Because I am sort of a global health nut and because Dr. B who happens to run the medical school likes me I got asked to go to the OTHER GLOBAL HEALTH DAY and speak. OTHER being code for where we raise money for the new global health program. It was in the medical school board room. It should be noted that I had to ask directions to the medical school board room. It should also be noted that my two compatriots were in suits.
The table was set formally. It had ALL THE DIFFERENT TYPES OF FORKS. There were three. 3 forks!!! 3 forks to raise money for people with no forks. It dripped of old south. We had sweet tea with lemon to drink, three courses, key-lime pie and a waiter for the main table who was quite sadly one of three African Americans in the whole room. There were name cards. I set next to Dr. B at the head of the table.
Most of the attendees were older than my grandparents. . They were retired physicians, people with foundations to their names. And there was me staring down at my forks in my kanga wondering how bizarre life is. And thinking that I felt more at home in a Masai hut made from cow dung and mud drinking chai with flies than I did in this room in the heart of my school, in my country.
I spoke, sat down and pondered about trying to describe this scene to the Kenyan mothers who had braided my hair and trusted me with their babies. What would I say? Well a bunch of rich white people got together and ate too much so other rich white people could go and take care of babies.
They would stare and laugh. And say doctari nywara your country is a strange place with strange ways.
and I would say.
ndio ndio.


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