Sunday morning we landed in Nairobi again and worked our way through the steaming cues in front of the passport and visa control to find our suitcases and the taxi driver again. Merijn was feeling very bad of the impaired sleep at the flight, and rolled in to his bed after a sip of water. The country was looking very dry and our apartment was equally dusty. So I spend an hour to clean all surfaces before sleeping for a few hours. The rest of the day was filled with unpacking and shopping.
National census. I have not seen any paper or television; everything is based on mine and others personal experience. As I heard on Monday, Sunday Tuesday was declared a national day of by the Kenyan president. Everybody was urged to stay at home for the enumerators to find you and perform their questionnaire for the national census. This officially started on Monday evening, when our askari was knocking on my door. Without any hurry I opened to find there 3 strange men standing there of which one was in uniform with a machine rifle, another carrying an A3 size notebook and the third was dressed as he was living in the slum. Since the light at the entrance is not working we moved to the entrance of my downstairs neighbour, who is never home. As everybody understands I was not planning to let them inn. My table was moved over there so the A3 size form with a few dozen questions could be answered. No I do not have a husband; yes I have a car, computer and internet. No I do not have a radio or TV. My house has tiles on the roof and wood on the floor, we are mainly cooking on gas. I have a son of 10 years old and we do not have any disabilities, even no glasses. No I do not have any girls or have had any still born children. No we are not joining any religion. So now this is printed on the internet and like the Kenyan government, everybody knows. Everybody I have asked so far has not been questioned, not even Joyce the housekeeper living in her quarters or the askari. I wonder what will come out of this million euro investment, and how the people experiencing droughts and having problems to feed themselves will welcome the enumerators and their personal questions.
On Monday around 14 I learned that Merijns school was going to be closed, and at ICRAF the 2nd World Congress of Agroforestry is commencing where I am expected to attend. Luckily Merijn was allowed to play at Roberts place, his mother Eveline is a preschool teacher at the NL school, and was off as well. There he had a great day with minigolf, swimming, jumping trampoline and playing games.
National census. I have not seen any paper or television; everything is based on mine and others personal experience. As I heard on Monday, Sunday Tuesday was declared a national day of by the Kenyan president. Everybody was urged to stay at home for the enumerators to find you and perform their questionnaire for the national census. This officially started on Monday evening, when our askari was knocking on my door. Without any hurry I opened to find there 3 strange men standing there of which one was in uniform with a machine rifle, another carrying an A3 size notebook and the third was dressed as he was living in the slum. Since the light at the entrance is not working we moved to the entrance of my downstairs neighbour, who is never home. As everybody understands I was not planning to let them inn. My table was moved over there so the A3 size form with a few dozen questions could be answered. No I do not have a husband; yes I have a car, computer and internet. No I do not have a radio or TV. My house has tiles on the roof and wood on the floor, we are mainly cooking on gas. I have a son of 10 years old and we do not have any disabilities, even no glasses. No I do not have any girls or have had any still born children. No we are not joining any religion. So now this is printed on the internet and like the Kenyan government, everybody knows. Everybody I have asked so far has not been questioned, not even Joyce the housekeeper living in her quarters or the askari. I wonder what will come out of this million euro investment, and how the people experiencing droughts and having problems to feed themselves will welcome the enumerators and their personal questions.
On Monday around 14 I learned that Merijns school was going to be closed, and at ICRAF the 2nd World Congress of Agroforestry is commencing where I am expected to attend. Luckily Merijn was allowed to play at Roberts place, his mother Eveline is a preschool teacher at the NL school, and was off as well. There he had a great day with minigolf, swimming, jumping trampoline and playing games.
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