Balancing safety and night time security with cost never settles the conscience particularly easily when contrasted with the Kibera slum dwellings. The grandly named Rosa Mystica Catholic Lodge was more than adequate although navigating the in-progress-jack-hammered floor in the reception area was tricky, the all-important wifi sloth-fully responded when down-wind and the generator roared into life to compensate for the frequent power outages.
Maurice the community leader proudly invited the team into one of his tiny shacks on the edge of the slum. Visitors are considered a blessing and it was an honour to be squeezed into a space little larger than a Mystica lodge room. From a dim corner Maurice’s huge smile romanced about his eleven children and two wives and then declared that God was good to him.
Perspective is strange concept.
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