First few days

So, I’ve been here about 24-ish hours? actually almost 48. Every second
of every minute is one that is felt, and that is lived. There’s not
far to travel, so no time is spent getting from here to there,
Ironically enough, it takes about an hour to get anywhere, even when
your location is right next door. Every second is lived, every moment
counts. It sounds like an all-too poetic way to describe this place,
and as cliche as it sounds, it’s the absolute truth. I felt that as i
was walking from my door, to the parking lot.

One thing however, is the fact that I’ve just arrived. I see that same familiar weariness on those who have lived here, as I’ve see in the faces of those I share my life with in New York. When it comes down to
it, life is life and change is change. I’m about to go visit a young man I had just met earlier today. His name is Massimo, a half-Italian and half-kikuyu boy, who was left at the doorsteps of an AIDS orphanage named Nyumbani right up the road. It turns out that both his parents had died from AIDS not too long ago, and he was left in the care of the Italian embassy. The boy was left without any knowledge of why he was being left behind at the foot of this Orphange, and was taken here, to the Coptic Hospital for medical care. I walked into his room, and he was
playing True Crime: New York City on the Playstation, not even recognizing that another person had come into the room. The boy was 14 years old, but looked no older than 7 or 8.

A young man named Patrick, from Minnesota came to visit Massimo, it turns out that Patrick works for Nyumbani and is spending 5 months in Africa for the very purposes of helping the children with HIV. We chatted a bit about the Superbowl, when Massimo said something that was rather disturbing, but very powerful, and relevant to this young man’s situation. He said:

“What’s the point of watching a football match, when someone is going to
lose. Even when your team wins. Someone walks away losing. What’s
the point?”

I had watched the Super Bowl. We woke up at 3:30 am and drove out to the outskirts of Nairobi to a bar to the only public viewing we could find, of the Super Bowl over live satellite TV. We were among maybe 3 or 4 other Americans and we sat in this cozy bar: the Simba Saloon, part of the world-famous Carnivore Restaurant (where all-you-can-eat game meat highlights the menu). We pulled up to the gate greeted by an armed guard who told us the bar was closed and we had to turn around. We said “we can’t even watch the game?” “Oh you are here for the American game… please come in”. It was very surreal to be watching the Super Bowl in Kenya, in a bar, live at 4am, with 5 Americans.

And so I’m taken back to the hospital room with Massimo, where I’m asked the question that will haunt me for a long time “what is the point?”

Who knows.

The boyz!!: Moses Akoko, myself, George Ojwang!


I moved to Nairobi and forgot my toothbrush

It’s annoying but i’m sitting on this plane to Nairobi, and i’m just thinking about all the people I didn’t have a chance to say bye to, what i forgot to bring with me, and it totally makes me lose my peace. Maybe if I can think about what I have accomplished these last few months, it will make things better?

Nope, not working.

This blog is in realtime, folks, enjoy. Moment… by moment.

I fell asleep on the plane, and had the strangest dream.

Wish I could remember it.

I’m staring at those individual TV screens and I’m noticing that our plane is traveling at a ground speed of 950 km / hour, and there’s 2 hours and 30 minutes left of our trip. the tail wind is 53 km/hr, and we’re flying over Sudan.

I forgot to mention that we’re at 37,000 feet elevation.

I slept for a good 10 hours and i’m awake and it’s the evening – not the best idea i think :) I could’ve beat jet lag but i decided not to. Thinking bout the last few weeks in the states, and the many memorable moments I’ve had:

  • The weird philosophical bouncer at Chris’ party
  • GREG NICE - a Greg N-I-C-E!
  • Being part of Juan Castro’s first recording experience
  • Having the last of the Forest Hills sessions w/ Meena and the spontaneous playin of the Bittersweet Symphony
  • Havin some amazing Egyptian fish with Louis and Matt. Louis was the table captain, and Matt was his trusty first-mate
  • Hangin out w/ John pretty much all the time, gonna miss the laughs
  • Indian food with Mena
  • All you can eat MEAT with the crew from church – eh da?eh dah?

Let’s have a look:

We could slip away
Well wouldn’t that be better
Me with nothing to say
You in your autumn sweater