yea.

I was once told, “don’t be the hero, Laura. You don’t need to be the hero.”

And I said to myself, “you know, I am going to be the hero. I am going to make a difference, I am going to be the change.”

Well. Today I had the opportunity to be the change. And I wasn’t.

So, I really wanted a sandwich today. So, after my internship, I ventured into Westlands in search of a wazungu deli to make me a tuna fish sandwich, complete with tomato, lettuce and perhaps even mayo! (nom)

But, during this adventure, I stumbled upon a nightmare.

I noticed these two men following/chasing these two young women with babies on their back. So, I followed them. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I turned the corner, after transitioning my brisk walk into a sprint and saw the men holding the women’s babies, after clearly taking them OFF the women’s backs and demanding money.

What did I do? I stood there. I stood there in my old navy skirt, with my $75 backpack on my back, and I stood there. I had over 30 USD in my wallet. And I just stood there and stared.

You always think you'll step up, do your part. Well. i stood there like an idiot. Watched this injustice and did nothing. go me. I just stood there. 

Then they followed me to Sarit Center, and I cried. And cried. And cried. Until this huge eastern European man told me he would make sure whoever made me upset, pay.

You know what.

Sometimes the world is really cruel.