Several years ago when I was fortunate to be traveling in Kenya on a photo safari, our guide was a man who was raised in a village of mud huts and was the first in his family to live in the capital city of Nairobi.There, he lived with his wife and children in an apartment, where he had a washer and a dryer and even a small television.As we spent the evenings together in front of a campfire, I began to learn that many of his aspirations and frustrations were not unlike my own.Like myself, he had a couple of teenage …