Announcement: president elections

Anne writing
Hey, this story is a bit crazy, but just to make it clear, we are all fine and didn’t plan for this... It should also been postet earlier but our schedule is a so busy.

We have wanted for a while to go to the tailor, to make dresses, but we knew that it was probably the best to go together with a kenyan. So, on monday, our good friend Pauline had time after work to take us!

We took the matatu 15 minuets to a part of town called Mwiki, which also holds a small slum. Here we found the tailor, chose the fabric, designs and took measurements. Suddenly people in the streets started screaming and running around. We were a bit confused, but since this was our first time in a slum at “nighttime” (well, it was only 6:25pm), and people seemed happy and not hurt, we thought this was probably just how the slum is at this time. But we asked Pauline and she told us that they just had announced the results of the election. And (luckily for us) the people of this slum was voting for Kenyatta, the winner.

By the time we were finished, it had gotten dark outside, and we followed Pauline trough the masses of people, looking for a matatu. At this point people were dancing, playing their drums and running around. As the only wazungus (white people) it seemed as if everyone wanted to show and tell us about the announcement, making it a bit difficult to move forward.

Thanks to Pauline, we found a matatu, got in and thought that soon we would be home and behind locked doors. But the streets was packed with people and the van could barely move. All around us there were people running, screaming and hitting their fists on to our viacal. Also, all the cars on the road was constantly honking. It felt as if we were in a “russebil” in the middle of the biggest “russetog” you can imagine. We managed to take some videos, even tho the risk of the phone getting stolen were high...

After maybe 40 minuets we arrived at our busstop, and even there, which normally is a very quiet neighborhood, it felt as if everyone was out in the streets celebrating. We hurried the couple of hundred meters home and ate our dinner to the sound of celebration in the streets.

Even tho we are totally fine and honestly appreciated to see that side of Kenya as well, we were lucky to be in a part of town were they recived the results with happiness. It is reasonable to think that the situation was different in other parts of town.


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