Yesterday morning I decided to brave the large outdoor clothing market called "West." I had heard from many at the IU House that if one was brave enough to dig through the enormous piles of second-hand clothes (mostly from the US) some treasures could be found. The market is only on Fridays, and each of the vendors receives huge bundles of clothing that get opened that morning. Now, I don't even enjoy "digging" at places like T.J. Max and Marshalls and especially not garage sales, but in search of a cultural experience and some clothes for Ellana, I thought the market sounded like a good idea.
One of the administrators at the IU House, Purity, was also in search of some hand towels for the compound, so she kindly offered to be my guide. Once we stepped out of the car, she reminded me to keep my bag very close at hand. My first thought was what have I gotten myself into this time! I couldn't believe the sheer size of the market, and I had never seen anything like the huge piles of "forgotten" clothing. At least I knew a little about what to expect as I had seen a documentary on Al-Jazeera a few years ago when we were in Uganda that traced a clothing bundle from the US to a small village in Tanzania. I felt a little guilty going to the market as the rise of second-hand clothing in Africa has replaced many of the textile businesses that formerly flourished here. However, the combination of the increase of inexpensive clothing and Africans desiring to follow western clothing trends has led to the development of these markets existing in most villages throughout the continent.
Many items had tags from places like Goodwill or stickers that looked like someone would use at a garage sale. Each of the vendors has his or her own tarp for the clothes which is extremely helpful given that all of us shoppers were squishing around in the mud. Purity's strategy of attack was to seek out a pile of children's clothing and then try to grab something from the bottom in order to basically turn the pile upside down. Then we would just start to pull things out that looked like they might fit our children (she was also trying to dresses for her eight-year-old daughter as well as for a friend's daughter who is the same age as Ellana). I was really amazed at the labels that I saw: Osh Kosh, Carter's, The Children's Place, and babyGap, among many others. I found it difficult to tell the true quality of clothing as it was incredibly wrinkled, but I was also amazed at how stained some of the clothing was. At first I thought we would never find anything, but then we hit a gold mine at one of the vendors. I found two pairs of pants as well as a dress from the Children's Place for all of about $2 (200 Kenyan Shillings). Each of the vendors shouts out prices for the clothing at each of the stations, so there is little room for negotiation. We tried to hit as many of the children's clothing vendors
as possible, but given the size of the market (I would say it was at least as big as a football field), there was no way to see everyone. My most treasured find was a Children's Place sweater in perfect condition for 40 bob ("bob" is what the Kenyans say for cents so it was about $.50) Ultimately, I ended up with the sweater, two pairs of pants, one pair of jeans, one dress, one shirt, and one Osk Kosh jumper for about $5. I think Steve was pretty proud of me as he gets a little frustrated with my typical attempts at "bargain" shopping in the US! I just wish that I would have had my camera with me, but I will go back again, if only to take pictures!
I was definitely experiencing sensory overload at the market, and was intending to walk to Imani immediately, but I was starving and my head was spinning, so I stopped at one of the hotels in the center of town and had a solitary lunch of vegetable curry and chapati, which was actually very nice as no one was shouting mzungu at me (I was probably the only foreigner at the market), and I generally eat with Ellana sitting on my lap meaning that most meals are extremely chaotic. I took some notes from the morning and made a list of some of the things I needed to do at Imani.
Sylvia is back, thank goodness, so she spent most of the day with Ellana. Ellana seems to really like her and is already comfortable with her. I'm extremely grateful as Ellana has been experiencing lots of "stranger anxiety." I guess it is a lot to ask of a toddler- first we moved her to a new continent, and then we just expect her to get along with everyone and to let them all hold her! She is continuing to walk more often, but still prefers to get around more quickly on her knees. Her vocabulary, however, is rapidly expanding. Her favorites are ball, tree, go-go(for a car or anything with wheels), uh-oh, ga-ga (for her friend Gavin), and I swear she said rocket the other day (of course courtesy of Little Einsteins). I also got her to say please this morning, but I doubt she understands what it really means yet.
We plan to have dinner this evening with all of the families with kids at the IU House compound, and Steve is on call this weekend, so hopefully no big emergencies will arise. I think we are overall adjusting pretty well and are trying to work through the minor frustrations that we face living here. Generally, I think we are trying to genuinely enjoy our time here knowing that it is going to pass very quickly.