Imani

This morning (Tuesday) we split into groups again and my group went to Imani, a workshop built through AMPATH for women with HIV/AIDS. It was sectioned off into stations; jewelry, ceramics, paper, fabrics, etc. We watched the women make necklaces, bracelets, and earrings out of recycled Oprah magazines and homemade beads from crushed up stone. My favorite was watching them make paper from recycled newspapers and old AMPATH medical history papers. I bought some magazine bracelets and an over the shoulder bag with ellies on it; I saw it when I walked in the door and couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Njau kept trying to shield my eyes and hide it from me, but I was already set on buying it. After we shopped a bit, the manager asked us to shred paper for the last hour. It was riveting… -_-

We went to lunch all together after, but Ashley and I were having some “digestive problems” haha. I’ll spare you the gory details, but we’ve both been unable to keep any food in for about 2 days now, but we feel completely fine. Long story short, if we eat anything, we can’t be more than 5 feet from a toilet for the next 3 hours. Right now, we’re lying in my bed eating crackers and soup broth and watching a movie while the rest of the group is out for Chinese. So far, it’s been 4 hours (I feel like a recovering alcoholic haha), so I think we’re in the clear! I’m just going to keep pounding water and go to sleep early. We aren’t doing anything tomorrow until 1, so I’ll be able to sleep in too.

p.s. Mom, don’t freak out hahaha, I’m fine.