Africa ♡ | Kenya |

I cannot believe I haven't blogged about Africa yet. Anybody who knows me, knows that I will one day, go to Africa. I don't know when, I don't know with who, I don't know much right now, but all I know is that I will. This is not even a want in my life at this point, it's seriously become a need. Hmm... you know what? After a teensy bit of thinking, I only really came up with ONE reason as to why I haven't talked about Africa on my blog yet.

The reason? Well, how do you really go about talking about something that you want SO bad, but can't even manage to put into words? Seriously. Everything about Africa excites me. EVERYTHING. I feel like when I go to help, my life will begin to feel complete. I don't know if I'll be helping in a school, with women, on crops? I have no idea. Originally, I wanted to go with this organization where you stay in someones house and help with their cropping and farming. In return, they give you shelter and other thaaangs. It's not that I'm not considering this option anymore, I just know that there are sooo many different organizations, groups, you name it, that can help you go to Africa and get the most experience from your trip. I feel like I will go ONCE for sure. If I don't go back again a second time, it's only because the timing, the money or the situation isn't exactly working for me. There's no way I wouldn't go to Africa more than once if I could. I already know this. I feel like my heart is in Africa. I don't even know what more I can say right now. I feel like I can talk about Africa for hours and watch 10 million documentaries and still not get enough!

I was reading about Africa online the other day. Random facts, stories, the whole deal. I came across this one story that this girl wrote and it just made me upset that I haven't even gone yet! So, this woman took a trip with her fiance to Kenya and she was talking about the generosity of the Kenyan people. She goes on about how so many of the women came out of their mud huts with tea and bread to offer to their new found friends. This story struck me because she said they barely had anything, but were always offering, and more than happy to do so. She menioned how sometimes, the women even served them full meals. And they acted as if it was an honor to give what little they had to serve someone else.

Now, I don't know about you, but oh how I wish I could be more like them! I'm a greedy mofo if you compare me to these women in Kenya. Giving their all to make somebody else smile.

If people in Canada had HALF the heart and generosity of the people in Kenya, this world would be well on it's way. But uhh, it isn't, sooo whatev.

I'm pretty sure I'll be visiting Ghana when I go to Africa. Not sure which city (hopefully near Accra), but it sure seems Kenya would be nice, too!