Home Visits

One of the most humbling and fascinating parts of this trip is the home visits I have been able to go on.
It is one thing to meet people who come from what feels like an entirely different planet. It is another thing to be invited into their homes. And it is yet another thing to have these strong, powerful, and courageous women allow me to photograph them in their homes.

Meet Grace, Lillian, Caroline, and Iska.

I feel like a lot of photographers travel to the third world and collect photos of the locals to parade on their blogs and portfolios in order to show the rest of the world who we should be sorry for. That somehow seeing these people in their dirt floor homes should make us feel guilty and therefore positively affect our lifestyle choices.

These are not women to pity. These are the faces of the most resilient women I have ever met. They are mothers and grandmothers - and not only to their blood children. They are HIV positive, sunday school teachers, entrepreneurs, and fiercely women of faith that reaches far beyond anything I expect to ever attain.

No, I do not pity these women and I do not take their photos because they are poor and need our help. I take their photos because their eyes hold more wisdom and inner strength than anyone I have met.

It would be a shame to forget that.

When I am off filming elsewhere and do not see them for a day, they often say to me upon my return: "Come here my son, come to your mother and give me a hug".

So let me introduce you to my self proclaimed Kenyan Mothers: Grace, Lillian, Caroline, and Iska.


It is strange being in the same town for so long. I feel like my travels typically do not allow me to stay in one place longer than 2-4 days. I have enjoyed being able to document the slum of Kibera over the last week. I have three more planned visits into Kibera before heading to Malawi.