And the reality slowly becomes that the Kenya I knew and fell in love with this summer is ripping itself apart. And I become nervous. My friends are suffering great losses and from here, I have no idea what to do.
I received news this morning that my dear friend Julius has lost a family member in the midst of this saga. And my fear as Julius flies back to Nairobi is what is going to happen to him while he is there.
This is huge trauma to Julius and his family, but also to us as his friends. I know I've asked it before, but what do you do when a place you love is falling apart at the seams? Until I figure out an answer, I read articles like this and cry over the loss and the helplessness I feel.