Stories tagged with Kenya
3 Must-Know Insights on Kenya, Football and the FIFA World Cup
Kenya is not one of the first 10 countries that come to mind when you think of a top class footbball team. It didn't qualify for this year's World Cup in Brazil. In fact, Kenya has never qualified to the FIFA World Cup. Rather, Kenya is well known for its world class rugby sevens squad and elite...Continue Reading >>
Wrapping up my fellowship in Kenya has prompted me to reflect on what I’m finding most valuable about my time here. Many experiences come to mind but the top two are: (1) being able to meet Kiva borrowers in the field and (2) being able to work closely with Kiva partners on the ground.
We spend a lot of time here focusing on Kiva borrowers and Kiva lenders. We highlight Kiva...
I know Thanksgiving is a proper American holiday. Yet, Americans are certainly not the only people who have much to be thankful for. Like Christina Magro (a fellow Kiva Fellow in Nicaragua) eloquently highlighted, microfinance officers play a vital role in the Kiva process but their efforts can go undetected by the Kiva community.
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The media hype may be winding down but many of us here in Kenya are still shaken by the Westgate terrorist attack. While my own experience may not be as compelling as those in the news, it has left me with a deeper compassion for those who live in constant fear.
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“The coast is different,” my regular taxi driver had told me. “People aren’t as stressed out, and they enjoy life.”
It was true. Maybe it was the lingering humidity or the pristine beaches, but people sauntered through the streets in Mombasa as though to fill the senses with the salty air... Continue Reading >>
“I’m here for awhile,” I reply. “I’m working with a company that helps people get loans.”
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Kenneth holds up his kerosene lantern and proudly says, “I won’t need this one anymore!” He wipes the dust off the table and asks us to sit down. We follow his offer and start listening to his story....Continue Reading >>
The midday sun was at its height, and as we throttled down miles of dusty country roads, the wind kicked up streaks of earth that colored my clothes red and coursed through my hair. Sitting on the very back of the motorbike, with Aditi sandwiched in-between me and the driver, I grasped for the metal bar behind me with one hand, and with the other, waved at an ever-evolving panorama of fruit sellers, truck drivers... Continue Reading >>