Hello from Kisumu, Kenya!

Since I haven’t been blogging, due to lack of internet, this is going to be a long one, but I promise worth reading! First, I just want to update on my last three weeks, then stare a story or two about some experiences I have had so far.

I am half way through my travels in Kenya ending my two weeks in Rapogi this past Saturday. I spent my first five days in the town of Mbita, with the last two weeks spent in Rapogi. Now I am in Kisumu, the third largest city in Kenya (after Nairobi and Mombasa). I will end the rest of this week (Tuesday-Friday) in Kitale, then spend my final two weeks in Marsabit.

The time here has been amazing and I am learning so much. Nora, CAC senior staff member, and lead of the programs in Kenya, has been both an amazing coach on the field as well as personally a great mentor for me in my first trip to a developing country. I have learned even more in the field of sport for development through our programs in the last three weeks and I have had a chance to see and be a part of the amazing work that CAC is doing.

The title of this blog is equality and it is a concept that I have been running circles around in my head the last three weeks. Merriam-Webster defines equality as the quality or state of being equal. We all know what equality is by definition, but has anyone ever seen it?

I see children at schools almost every day and they always come running to the “Mzungu”(white person). They see us (Nora and I) in the streets and come running to see us, yelling “mzungu, mzungu! How are you?” Even the teachers and adults are eager to greet us both in the schools and on the streets.

It’s only because we are white. The children come running to see us, and the people of the town come to greet us because we are white, but there is no difference between us and them, we are not us and them, we are we and we are one. Sure, I grew up in a different place and the opportunities I have had because of where I was born have been amazing, but I haven’t done anything more to have deserved the upbringing I have had more then anyone else. I was born with a multitude of opportunities just by virtue of my place of birth. Not to discredit my parents and my family, because they themselves have worked incredible hard to provide some of these opportunities, but the opportunities that they have provided are harnessed and supported by the country I live in, the place I was born. I never had to worry about having a meal on the table for me growing up, and I was never told that I couldn’t play sports only because I was a girl. I was lucky, I was born in a place where my opportunities are endless.

Sure, I also have a different skin color. I ask the children at the school, “are we different?”. They answer with an overwhelming yes, “you are white and we are black” they say.

But are we really different?

I respond to them in asking, “do you have ten fingers, ten toes?” while I hold up my hands to theirs. “We both have two legs, two arms, a brain, a heart…right?” They giggle and respond yes to all of the above. So I ask them again, “are we different?” and the response changes to no. No, we aren’t different, only the color of our skin is different. As I pull back my thick bracelet on my right hand to expose my contrasting bronze and pale tan lines, I say to them “and look! Even on my own skin I have two different colors!” The children erupt in laughter, and I smile, I have proved my point. We are not different, we are all the same, “we all bleed red”.

We are all the same and should be treated as so, but are we? Are we all treated the same? No, we aren’t, as much as I wish we were, the answer is no. It saddens me, but it’s the truth. All over the world people are treated differently because of skin color, gender, and a multitude of other reasons.

On my third day in Kenya, we spent some time visiting a local family in Mbita. This family has six children, all whom are suffering from both mental and physical disabilities. Never in my life have I ever seen or even heard of just a tragedy. These children cannot walk, they cannot play like other children, and because of their condition and the lack of resources available, they cannot even go to school. It was extremely upsetting and eye opening. Although it was only my third day in Kenya at the time, and I had seen some things that put me in culture shock, this was most shocking of all. Their father is their primary care giver, while their mother works to earn a little money by selling clothes in the day time. Their father told us that many people (even relatives) have come and taken pictures and promised they would get donations for them; but they had lied, they had exploited the tragedies that this family and these young children had faced for their own profit, disgusting. It was an incredibly sad experience, but also amazing as I could see the simple happy smiles on these children’s faces. As I sat on the floor with them and held their hands, they looked happy, but their community, their country and the world has not done enough for them. It’s just not fair, I think, and I remember back to when my parents would say “life isn’t fair”, but my life has been fair, I have been too fortunate. I realize the notion of equality that we had been talking about with the coaches the past few days is so true. I am a different skin color, I have a different language, while I am able bodied they are not, and while I have grown up incredibly fortunate they have had many struggles, but we are equals; we should be equals, but the world does not allow us to be , and that is the biggest injustice of them all. We, as human beings, have to do better for ourselves. We have to do better for each other.

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere” – Martin Luther King Jr.

There are so many things in this world that cause these inequalities, but one thing that can bring anyone together regardless of race, ethnicity, language, or religion is sport. Sport can bring people together regardless of any differences that they have, it is one of the most powerful things in the world. It is amazing to have the chance to work for an international NGO (CAC) that also shares the same passion for sport and the power that it has to change the world.

To learn more about the organization I am volunteering for, Coaches Across Continents (CAC) visit their website at http://www.coachesacrosscontinents.org

Until next time (I have internet!)..


Many delays later, hello Amsterdam!


Tuesday 5/13 6:19pm (Amsterdam time) 12:19pm EST 

Well, it’s been an interesting road so far! After having multiple delays on both my flight from BWI to JFK and my flight from JFK to Amsterdam, I was finally underway as we took off across the pond(aka the Atlantic Ocean) 3 hrs later then originally planned. Shortly after taking off we got word from the captain that the landing gear would not go up and that we wouldn’t be able to cross the Atlantic Ocean with it down. So back to New York we went! Oh and by the way, in order to land we had to “drip oil” because with all of this fuel we were too heavy to land ; great for the environment right?? After all of that shenanigans, we finally took off around 4:15am, over 5 hours later then the original flight time of 10:55pm.




Anyways, now I am in Amsterdam and since my 9 hour layover got cut to about a 4 hours one with all of the delays, I won’t be able to explore in the city. A little bummed about not being able to see some sights in Amsterdam, but the airport has a ton to do. From shops to restaurants to a “yotel” where you can buy a room to sleep during your layover, I have been pretty busy walking around Schiphol and seeing all it has to offer.

Pretty soon I’ll be on my way to Nairobi! Praying I can sleep a bit on this long flight!

Until next time…


The Journey Begins


Monday 5/12 8pm EST 

Today is the day! It remarkable how quickly this day has come. I feel like it was just yesterday I was on my way back from my winter trip to Australia with my team and now I’m on my way to Kenya for this amazing 6 week journey!

While I’m only one short flight underway (BWI to JFK) there have already been plenty of delays in flights that hopefully ends in the US! I will fly overnight to Amsterdam and have a lengthy layover there before boarding my final flight to Nairobi. Once in Nairobi I will meet one of CAC’s Community Impact Coaches who will accompany me on my way to my home for the next few days, Homa Bay, Kenya.

Homa Bay, situated in western Kenya, lies on the largest of the African Great Lakes, Lake Victoria. The second largest lake in the world behind only Lake Superior, Lake Victoria is drained solely by the Nile River.


As I bump around traveling through the cloudy sky on this short flight to JFK, I am thinking about the incredible experience that awaits me in the next 6 weeks. I don’t know exactly what to expect, but I know as I travel back through JFK and onto BWI on June 24th I am going to have completed the most amazing experience of my 20 (almost 21!) year old life.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain



Jambo (hello in Swahili), Everyone! 

This summer I will have the amazing opportunity to continue my work in the sport for development field with Coaches Across Continents. CAC is a non-profit organization that works with local leaders, teachers, and coaches in developing countries to bring sport for social change curriculums to the local youth. By using sports, specifically soccer, to teach key messages on topics such as HIV/AIDS, gender equality, female empowerment, financial literacy, and conflict resolution, CAC has had a great impact on these communities since their birth in 2008. 
I will spend 6 weeks this summer traveling with CAC to five different cities all across Kenya: Homa Bay, Migori, Nairobi, Marsabit, and Likoni. 

Learn more about CAC by visiting their website and “LIKE” their Facebook page!  

Until next time!