Kwaheri (Goodbye) to Kenya by Rap
"Would you prefer the happiness of scratching a mosquito bite over the happiness of not having a mosquito bite in the first place?"
-Sogyal Rinpoche (From "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying")
So the end has come. Eight short weeks seemingly flew by as I immersed myself in this beautiful culture with its rich history, kind people, and welcoming environment. I have grown as an individual, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and unfortunately a little physically (as evidenced by my expanded waistline). With experience under my belt, I now have no doubt that my future as a physician will always have some kind of role in international medicine.
As my final assignment, Astrid asked for a reflection piece, and so I wrote a rap (see below). It works best with RATATAT's "Loud Pipes" which is how I performed it at the fireside chat. I'm a fool for putting it up but the video is available here.
Now I head to the coast, specifically to the small village of Shanzu, to work with a charity I am a co-founder of (Community Light Programme). I will spend two more weeks there before heading back to America, and school a couple days later.
I will miss this place.
Thanks for reading and joining me on my adventures. Kwaheri for now!
Let me tell you about a girl by the name of Tirajeh, curly topped chick eats everything with Saracha
My rhymes be flowin' though I ain't Jay-Z, I took a path in life that's nowhere near easy
Studyin' on the daily cuz a doc I want to be, with some help from flashcards barely passed anatomy
Plan's to work with women and delivery, kinda like Astrid, she the queen bee
So I fly over seas to the land of Obama, where e'rbody says mzuri sana
Knock, knock, hodie, hodie
Feelin' fresh and new, hear a sweet response of, "Jambo! Karibu!"
First surprise right off the plane is the chillly temperature which is insane
But it be okay that the ground is high cuz it let the Kenyan runners touch the sky
Next surprise is my gangsta's paradise, a one room attic that got me hypnotized
Livin' in the hostel is a rite of its own, gotta take cold showers and don't you dare moan!
Working on them thighs with the squattie pottie, burnin' off the fat from eating chapatti
Place to place comes ma ori-en-tation, seein' all the hard work and dedication
Spendin' half a day working the land, at the AMPATH farm I lend a hand
Buy a couple things at Imani, learn the word for hope, Tumaini
Round a few times as I walk the walk, present a few things at Sally test talk
Spend half a day with THE Joe Mamlin, I find myself in awe and sometimes ramblin'
It be cool to see what started with two and many years later a really big crew
Now comes the part that ain't always funny, gonna give it straight, no coatin' in honey
There's been a few things that really pained me, like couple babies dyin' while workers drank tea
I try to understand and not just criticize, culturally conscious, I open up my eyes
But sometimes it hurts when there ain't no care and all you get from doc is an empty blank stare
Lack of empathy, man it drives me crazy! Is it really that or they bein' lazy?
Rhymes got me outta breath, dry mouth from flowin, feelin' like death
Time to drift away from sadness in my rhyme, freshen up and smile like it be Tusker time
Tell you 'bout anotha thing I did whilst here was teach med students 'bout patient centered care
Loved the experience of hearing their thoughts, on Americans, the West, and times they got lost
Final bit to cover is my work at the Port, looking through data that we tryin' to sort
Five hour drive with a rockin' team, Justus, Monica, & Kelsey, you guys a dream!
Evaluating the chamas, a type of group care, helpin' mamas in places where help can be rare
So that's my story in eight short weeks, you got it here first an' not from Wiki Leaks
I'll take my exit it's time I see, I'll leave you in style, Kwaheri!