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The Breastfeeding Bunny Named Cow: Random Snippets of the Last

10 Months Living in Kenya

Well, then. I can see even now that this short stint that's started tonight in a studio across the way from the Kenyan National Theatre is going to be entirely too short. And why, Universe, did it take so long to happen?

I arrived about an hour early, just to be sure since it was my first time there trying to find the place without Google Maps. For the most part, I knew where I was going enough to know that I should have taken an earlier exit so that I could've saved myself sitting in traffic for about half an hour. See, I've been in this country for 9 months and a day, and so I've gotten to know Nairobi enough to know when I should take an earlier exit. And in that time, I've come to understand a few other things as well:
1) It's really hard to get a job with a work permit and residence visa in a developing foreign country after the first one essentially saying, "Yeah, you shouldn't have been hired in the first place,"
2) I never thought I'd drive on the left side of the road, and so nonchalantly at that, with these crazy f**king buses and vans (a.k.a. "matatus") that drive off-road at the drop of a hat, only to veer back on (to cut you off),
3) somehow without a full-time job it's still a challenge to get my online Masters of Education completed without my hair not turning gray or falling out, but I have maintained a 4.0 since September 2015 and have attained my IB Teaching and Learning Certification,
4) it's possible to both feed a giraffe and french kiss one in the same action,
5) lots of guys screw goats while other guys eat them (and they're might be a weird Venn Diagram in there with a strange overlap),

6) if people don't return one's calls, it's not personal, it's cultural (but it feels personal),

7) it's good to be persistent after being told" No, no, no" because it can land one a short-term, low-paying job at the Kenyan National Theatre leading acting workshops utilizing that really expensive MFA training one received (and still hasn't fully paid for).

This isn't my first time as a workshop leader/acting teacher. I've done similar work in China and Russia, but this time there's a real sense of a framework and a structure about it, but it's one that I'm creating as opposed to following from those who have been my teachers. Asking the students to walk around the room looking for minute details wherever they can find them, having their moment, and then directing them to find something else in the next instant is an exercise I learned. That I'm combining this with a sense of urgency that is culturally relevant is something new. Having complete strangers carry one another's weight through a simple exercise that asks them to "let go and trust" each other is not new. That I ask them to shake each other's shoulders as a prelude to the exercise is. It's little additions or, dare I say, innovations like that that stick out in my mind as I work towards defining my own sense of theatre and what a well-trained actor can accomplish.

I was supposed to teach the British National Curriculum as the Head of Drama at Hillcrest International School, covering the IGCSE and A-level courses. This was supposed to be a major stepping stone in my professional experience and career, aligning very well with the other international work I've done so far, the latest of which has been an idea my wife conceived and organized and that we've been co-writing (check it out on We're waiting to hear if we'll be going to Spain this summer to perform a completely new idea at the International Theatre Institute's 35th World Congress.

Now, however, I find myself in this room of new students who want some craft, guidance and training in a space owned by the Kenya National Theatre. I'm happy to be here, but what a bumpy ride it's been en route.

As for this blog post's title, our rabbit (one of two) named Cow (the other is The Bear) gave birth to four babies. Had Masha (the first other one of two) not had its neck brown by one of our neighbor's dog, we would never have gotten Cow and her surprise offspring. Had we not come to Kenya in pursuit of one stepping stone and gone through this complete and utter ridiculous bout of one piece of bad luck after another (starting the end of August), I wouldn't have found another step forward, and that mommy rabbit would not be breastfeeding her young in my fireplace.

Remind me to tell you the one about my 16-year-old car being officially unsellable because the guy who sold it to me and subsequently moved to the UAE failed to take care of a few things before passing the car on.
Follow that with the one about the young Army soldier/history teacher who rode between my kids' car seats hop