I had jet lag. We arrived in Nairobi at 10:00 pm and had prearranged to meet the “boys” (actually men, I call them boys because they are about the same age as my son) at a bookstore in the Sarit Centre at 10:00 the next morning. Nairobi is an eleven hour time difference from Seattle and it takes about 24 hours to get there.
They call traffic in Nairobi “the jam”. It took over an hour for our taxi to get to Sarit Centre from Gigiri but the boys bus ride was closer to 3 hours. If I had realized how challenging the shopping trip would be I would not even have tried.
We had raised and brought with us $500 for them to use to purchase library books they thought would benefit high school students and young adults. Never has $500 been so carefully spent. They spent hours carefully picking, conferring and doing sums. I sat on a stool with my head on my knees, not comfortable enough to doze. I thought we were done, when the owner of the bookstore gave us a 10% discount so they could buy more books!
After shopping we had lunch in the food court and parted company. I was toast, but the reward:
Of course I would do it again…Just maybe on the second or third day.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Reward.”