Shaky start

So for those of you not being updated daily from mama p i have a lot of explaining to do. First and foremost i am having an amazing time i love Kenya it it sooo beautiful and the people are the most welcoming nicest people i have ever met in my travels. Okay so now that that is said let me tell you about the nightmare that unfolded when i got to my placement!
The drive out was beautful there were two other volunteers in the van but they were going to another town called Oolayshaboor, which is where i was going to go but decided to go to Saikeri instead as they really needed a teacher, but as it was a new placement and they hadn't had volunteers b4 i asked if i could b moved to Oolayshaboor if it didn't work out (more about this later). I was told yes no problem, i can move if need be.
The family came out to greet us and everyone was sooo nice my maasai papa is one of the most respected men in the village, he has killed a lion!!! and my maasai mama, mama Nasshipae was lovely too they have three children, Joeseph (sick with maleria right now) who is never at home as he is a teenager, Julliette (Nasshipae) 13, and Pheobe (Shen) 7 who is incredibly cute. Everyone has christian names and Maasai names and within about two minutes of being there one of the old maasai mamas came over to name me, and now i can only answer to Namunyak it means blessing. It took me a few days to get used to being called something completley different! and people thought it was hilarious that i didn't respond to my name.
Anywho i had a really good first few days and i drank about a million cups of chai at different peoples shacks to be welcomed into the community while i waited the three days to start at the school.
So this is where things start to go a bit funny, the more i talk to the locals and they start to trust ne a bit i start hearing stories about corruption and allsorts and i have a feeling it is to do with me (no-matter the language you always know when people are talking about you) and i started to listen to what people were saying, and as it turned out i wasn't actually staying in the right house. Then agency i am out here with VICDA came out the week before to check out where i would be staying and they looked at this lady Maggies house, she is a really lovely lady and a nurse at the clinic she is also Maasai (this becomes important later), when they were looking at her house the headmaster at the school sent someone to speak to them to see if they wanted to meet with him, they said no, so he assumed it was a HIV volunteer coming. Now i know this is complicated but try to follow, one month earlier a volunteer called Adrian had arrived and she was supposed to stay at maggies house also as she is a HIV volunteer, but the driver of the VICDA van that day was a Kukuyu (differnt tribe) and he had friends in Saikeri, which was ,you guessed it, the house that i was dropped off at, now mama Nasshipae is also a Kukuyu and was friens with this guy, so when Adrien stepped out and the VICDA coordinator handed over the money for her two month stay no-one (except the driver) knew it was the wrong house so they left her there. As you can imagine the people involved were very angry and VICDA promised that the next volunteer would go to Maggies house, cut to one month later when i roll up at the same house you can imagine the anger of the people in Saikeri. The host family is paid 500 shillings a day per volunteer, about $20 can so that is a lot of money to them. So imagine the outrage that not only is all that money going to one family but the wrong one aswell.
Then it turned into a whole Maasai/Kukuyu thing and it was awfull, i just didn't want any part of it so i just tried to ignore it and was looking forward to teaching. Now bear in mind that everyone is still being really nice and they are not making the volunteers feel bad it was just awkward.
So monday morning arrives and i decide depending on how the day goes i am going to decide weather to stay or transfer to Oolaysharboor. Well the fact that they had no idea i was coming started my day off on a downward slope! It was ridiculous VICDA hadn't contacted them so they had no idea what to do with me and were angry about the living situation aswell!! Oh my, at this point i just wanted to leave, but i sat and marked books for two hours while everyone yelled and tried to figure out what to do with me, uncomfortable is an understatment! In the end i taught one 30 min class which was really good but left wnodering what the hell was i doing here!