So once again I was the only white girl to be found not only at the party but probably in a 2 mile radius. SO let me tell you how a Kenyan Birthday works, you see they are all attending KIU, Kampala International University but we all call it Kenyans In Uganda. ---Let the festivities begin. Once everyone has arrived the MC (Master on Ceremony) we will begin with his program. This MC was called Hezekiah, and we was hitting on me infront of the whole room, cause all attention was on him and now it was on me. It was bad enough that I was the only white person now this guy is singling me out. He did it with some tack though, sorry mom there is nothing going to happen with this one! Let us finish explaining how a Kenyan bday works. After they have done some kind of game or entertainment then the bday boy gives a speach welcoming everyone and thanking them for coming and then we pray for the food and of course the MC picked me, so I prayed then I helped pass out the food. There must have been over 30 people there in a room no bigger than my kitchen in da states.
After eating they all sang a bday song to the bday boy in their mother tounge, so I couldnt even begin to tell you how many different languages were spoken there tonight. After that we all sing the American version of Happy Birthday.....
But hold the phone, here is where it begins to get a tad akward, but things are only as awkward as you make it. Before singing happy bday the american way the bday boy picks a girl to cut the cake with. So guess who was picked out of a crowd of 30 people the only white girl. But the MC had something to say about that so then again he spoke up infront on the whole group and wanted to make an appeal for the bday boy to pick someone else ( I guess if they pick you it means something more than friendship, but this bday boy had a girlfriend--which I think who is in Kenya---agian sorry mom nothing there, I'll let you know dnt worry).
So finally they lit the candles which were more like flames and the bday boy and I were holding the knife toghether waiting for the candles to finish so we can cut the cake together. Then what happens next is like I am in a freak'n marriage ceremony. After we cut the cake together we then gotta feed each other a piece of cake, once again in front of the whole group (let me remind you these are all college students so they are all around my age). Wait there is more....then I have to go around the room and feed everyone a peice of cake from my fork....gosh there must of been like 20 guys in da room....but it is only as awkward as you make it.