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I can most likely count the number of weddings that I have been to in the states on one hand. That being said I have lived in Kenya for about a month and have already been to two weddings. Now hear me when I say weddings here in Kitale have no resemblance to weddings in the U.S. First of all I was supposed to have been picked up at 9:30 in the morning, so I waited, and waited. Finally I thought that I had been forgotten so I decided to change out of my wedding clothes, when I heard a honk at around 1:15. Yes, it was around 4 hours after I was told that I was going to be picked up and it was time for me to go. Luckily the wedding had already started so I didn’t have to wait around while the wedding was set up. The pictures do a better job of explaining the wedding then I ever could, which seems to be the case with many things here in Kenya. Personal space is non-existent here in Kitale, so when there are around a thousand people crammed into a small church you can imagine how comfortable a wooden bench in between a bunch of African dudes is. It is funny to think that I am considered some sort of VIP here in Kitale because, well lets face it I look a little different then most of the population. That being said I was asked to move up to the front of the church with the Groomsmen. While there does seem to be a lot of people at the church, there also seems to be plenty of lace gloves and sleeves at each wedding. There is also plenty of Swahili, which, by the way I don’t understand. I feel like I am in some crazy dream whenever I go to these weddings, a lot of people dancing around, synchronized no doubt, and singing songs that I don’t understand. I spent about 4 hours being confused until I called a taxi and got picked up. All in all I can’t say that I LOVE going to weddings here, but experiences are what makes life interesting. Plus I always keep my promises.

This is for your dad Di.

Weds?



Happily married.


The reception.


There was a lot of dancing there.


There was a lot of people there.