Kenya, beautiful Kenya.
It feels likes I was just making my first Ken-Ya jokes (ex: “Ken-Ya Believe It?” “Ken-Ya pass the chipati?”) It feels like I just witnessed the first of many Kenya jerseys being bought by our team. Like I just met our translator/guide/friend Phillip for the first time. Or heard my first all night worship session on full volume from our church across the street. Or saw my first Kenyan street child and didn’t know how to react. It feels like Jerusa just woke us up to our first “African babies!” screams. That I did my first door...