phoniness in kenya, africa.

[before you read, i would like to warn you that there is mildly foul language and an overall bitter and very negative attitude about a few things. it is all voluntarily done, but i couldn't help it. now you have been warned.]

i love this world Kenya. i really do. totally awesome to the n-th degree. we were the guests of a kenyan minister. his church was a pretty big multi-sited church. congregations mostly composed of people who live in the slumbs, african standard. and his church ministry stretched far and wide throughout kenya.

offering time at one of these church services is nothing short of amazing. people poor with nothing to give will still give in shillings, mere cents US. then we visited his house - a mansion - and i'm talking strictly US standards here. now what the hell's wrong with this damn picture?

a number of team members from this medical mission, that i was fortunate to be a part of, really went out of their way to display their disapproval of many things such as: food, lodging, hygiene, congestion. i mean, every day we see people starving for food, and it's as real as it can be. and when local kenyan hosts humbly and graciously serve us their all... we'd actually have the damn nerve to consume 3 bites of the food in front of us and undiscretely discard the rest simply because the food is not to our liking, or maybe because of the questionable hygiene. what the hell?

we walked through an open-sewaged city of over 1 million in population, the dirt streets congested with "walking skeletons"... and then we have the heart to be thrilled like little children to go safari at the country's most famous safari park. then when all the safari and sight-seeing is over we decide it's absolutely necessary, to the point of paying a premium, to book an early flight back to home-sweet-home. what kind of damn missionaries are we anyway?

the team meets a local pastor and his family in Nairobi, who is incidentally korean, oddly enough. the family welcomes us and serves us and feeds us. the team, in its entirety, left that house with our "noses in the air" while bathing ourselves with the feeling of superiority, simply because we learned that the gentleman is known for laying his hands on people, and allegedly healing them and exorcising demons. we did a pretty efficient job at unanimously labeling him. but i wonder who the hell gave us the authority to do that in the first place?

i realize that not any of this is edifying and very cynical. maybe im going through hormonal changes or something. or maybe its the abrupt weather changes, or something. i just needed to flesh out some points of why we're phonies and how we dont even know that. and i am not excluding myself of this.