So a few weeks ago my pal Githengi called me asking me how he should prepare some liver he had (BTW I have a bachelors corner coming up just for you and my brother) . As we were talking I dunno how I ended up telling him that I live in one room, I don’t know whether to call it a studio or a bedsitter, I think it’s something in between. So Githengi was shocked, he was like “WHAT!!, you cook all that in such a small space?” I was like yes, I’ve posted it on my About page but guess I was not specif on what my living situation is like.
Now this room of mine, many a person have made fun of it, my brother Kiboi has called it a shoe box, Mr MF calls it my 2*2 (2 feet by 2 feet) because I can say I am in bed then I can VERY easily reach out for a drink in my fridge and in two secs after that Il be in my “kitchen” . We have a colleague who actually says she lives in a kitchen (she is an adorable lady, I laugh every time she says it)
But I have come to love my little room. In 2010 when i had just come back home from college I REALLY wanted to move out of home. I felt so crowded and my parents leave FAR. But I was an unemployed graduate and people kept telling me that I could afford to leave in a studio and I would always say “NO WAY how will i fit?” but when I moved to Kakuma I had to fit.
If I can say so my self we (we being me and my colleagues who sued to live in another compound that did not belong to UNHCR) have come a long way. at first i lived in a very small place what Mr MF would call a 1*1 it was sort of ok at the beginning but it had no AC and the power rationing was crazy; no lights during weekday lunch times plus no power on Saturday mornings from i think 8-1pm and on Sunday afternoons. It was CRAZY hot. Then I moved to a prefabricated room, with my kitchen that was even more cramped and now I’m where I am and I love it. I especially love the color. I have an accent deep purple wall then the rest are in a soft soft purple. I LOVE IT. so here are photos 🙂
Well that’s it. hopefully soon i’ll be posting more pics of my desert life