The Case of the iPod

Good evening from Kenya, as anyone who actually follows my blogging has noticed… I am horrendously behind in all items of news… two updates are in the works but today merited special attention.

It is Christmas break here at Maxwell and life has been pretty chill.  Today the SMs (minus Keith and Emily) went on an errand to get Emily and her family bus tickets to Mombasa.  This ticket area is in downtown Nairobi.  Downtown Nairobi is like any other big city, without the traffic laws.  So, knowing that the endless lines of traffic and heat would be close to unbearable without some form of entertainment (at least for me) we take Tanzi’s speakers and my iPod.

So la-di-dah we’re traveling listening to my plethora of Christmas music and singing along as we traipse through the streets, nearly being crushed, definitely being cut off, and just hoping against hope that the traffic will clear.  The sun is shining, the windows are open to catch a smidgen of a breeze, I myself, cannot believe it is Christmas Eve despite our lovely Christmas music.

Then all of a sudden a guy jumps through the window on my right.  Honestly it all happened in a blur, I’m not sure if the “details” I remember about him are even correct. Nevertheless, his aim was the iPod in my hand.  His aim was sure and he grabbed my iPod, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t count on my superior grip (thanks be to good southern handshakes, my younger albeit stronger younger brother, and years of working with horses).  So after what must have been merely milliseconds he released my hand and was gone, leaving my iPod with me, though sadly, breaking the connection on Tanzi’s speakers… Sorry Tanzi.  My one regret, aside from breaking Tanzi’s speakers is that I didn’t punch him… but I believe the shock, and the fact that the iPod was in my right hand (my dominant hand) counteracted that.  I also really wanted to yell out the window something to the extent of “Suck it!” or “Come at me bro!” or a combination of that… but I controlled myself.

So all in all, today was an interesting day…

Anyone else ever had someone (try to) take something from them like that?


Hijacked by Police Officers

Just another Tuesday town day, no big deal.  Katie’s computer died so we were headed to downtown Nairobi to find a specific mac store that could hopefully tell her what was wrong with it… and we had no idea where we were going.  Thankfully we found it and attempted to return home. Unfortunately for us we encountered some lovely traffic

Now, for those of you who don’t live in a city or have never been to Nairobi… let me just inform you that any kind of traffic here is ridiculous. I believe there are maybe three traffic lights in all of Nairobi… that’s a big maybe.  There are traffic laws but here if you get to the spot first, it is yours.  So we actually thought we were going to meet our deaths multiple times.

While we were in said crazy traffic, two police officers motioned at us to stop… Tanzi did because we didn’t even think about it.  The woman told Keith to get out of the front seat and the man got in the back with Katie and Macy.  Now, we were completely confused because as far as we knew, we hadn’t done anything wrong, all we knew was that we were lost and trying to find our way home.

So Melissa and I are trying to find where we are on this retarded map, Katie is dying of laughter because it’s how she copes with stress, Macy is NOT helping by whispering “serious face” to her, and Tanzi is convinced that she is going to jail. The reason the police officers stopped us was because one of our stickers was expired, it was for November and we had just entered December (4 December 2012 to be exact). So Katie is calling Derek, and laughing, Macy takes the phone, then the male police officer takes it from Macy to talk to Derek.  It was all a crazy convoluted mess. I suggested to Melissa and Keith that we should just figure out where we were and take them back to Maxwell. This was my grand scheme for two reasons.  One, they were in our car and we were moving.  Two, they didn’t have any guns. and Three, they were looking to get some wazungu to bribe them.

So after this whole convoluted mess they either realized that we were pathetic or that we weren’t going to bribe them, so they gave us directions and we drove home. At that point Tanzi was shaken up so badly that we had to listen to Christian songs to soothe her raw nerves the whole way home.  Once we got home, I promptly put on Facebook that I had been arrested… if you can’t tell, I love a bit of travesty every now and again.

So that’s the story.