My Nakuru Hope office here in Perth is in the garage where I live. I converted it some time ago so as to be just a little away from the front door of my home as it felt as if I never left the ‘office’ otherwise. Now with a view of the front garden, noises from the street, as quiet as it is, my dogs laying asleep, snoring, oblivious to my thoughts of my impending return to Kenya.
For the past 9 years I have been making the trip, now to what I feel is my ‘other home’ a family there so far removed from my own its always new and different every time I visit. There are no pretenses is my other world, those I work with and for are truly themselves, no shame in being destitute as that is all that they know. Knowledge of charming restaurants servicing delectable morsels of tantalizing foods, no stores full of objects that are wanted but really never needed, drink brands fulfilling dreams of becoming healthy or enjoyment, for them there is no water. The clothes on their backs and little food in a weevil ridden jar looking down from a dusty and sooty shelf upon a mattress rotted by urine and wear from the many that it is slept upon each night. My world differs far from the one I have here and even I at times I too am easily caught up in the wants rather than the needs.