Yesterday

Yesterday I was in Mathare doing meetings the whole day, followed by an overnight-prayer in the same-same place.
Today I am on the other side of town, visiting the Scandinavian settlings of Nairobi.

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Yesterday I spent the night on a couch in a used-to-be hair salon next door to the shanties of the valley.
Today I am sleeping wrapped in a cozy comforter, in a bed that could fit at least two people.

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Yesterday I woke up and realized that there was no water to take a shower or even wash my hands.
Today I am spending my morning hours in a private swimming pool.

(Photo taken from the internet)

Yesterday I had to go to the local church in order to find a toilet.
Today I am spending in a house that has two.

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Yesterday I paid 70 bob for a plate of pilau in a worn-down Swahili hotel in Eastleigh.
Today I am paying 250 Kenyan shillings for a serving of "risengrynsgraut" at the Swedish school.

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Yesterday I witnessed urban melancholy at its best, when the rappers of M.I.Faya put the frustration of growing up in the slums into words.
Today I am chilling to jazz-muzak as I am taking coffee in an uptown-mall.

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But somehow, yesterday I felt at home.
And today every single bit of assurance of who I am and where I belong has been shaken to the bone.

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It's funny how I have not missed Norway for a single day since I came.
But the moment I leave the ghettos of the Eastlands behind, is when I feel homesick.

(Photo taken from the internet)

"You don't need comfort in order to be fulfilled."
(Pastor Jeff)