Why can't money grow on trees?

So I have reached the 6 month mark. People tell me this is the hardest hurdle during my service. My first 6 months have been filled with adventure and excitement but I also have my fair share of challenges and adjustments. Adjusting to Kenyan cuisine. Im highly doubtful, I will start to like ugali but you never know. Adjusting to being away from the familiar and adjusting to the school and Kenyans ways of teaching as well as the culture. Don’t get me wrong, I have loved every minute of it and have tried to stay open minded, but there are just some things that are harder to adjust to. Now that I have started to settle into my life in my community, I am slowly making my way into the community. One challenge I face is Kenyans perceptions of Americans. This has been the hardest to deal with during my stay so far. In my experiences in the community, many Kenyans see white people as walking wallets. Maybe it’s partly our fault. We tend to believe that the only way to help the third world is to throw money at them. This has made my job so much harder. A volunteers jobs is to help show the community that they can do things on their own. However, some think it would just be easier for the muzungu to do it for them or just hand them money. If it was just this, I could find a way to deal with it. But it’s how it affects my relationships that has been difficult to deal with. I find myself on my guard with my community. I have tried to make friends in my village and I will say I have been successful. But give it 1 week or even 3 days and those “friends” start asking for things. Help with a sponsor, taking them to America, or flat out asking for money from me. I am starting to question who is a genuine friend. Sometimes it’s even a complete stranger. I walk down to the market and get stopped by 3 people( this is a lot when the market is 2 seconds from my school gate) asking for money. Some days I can laugh it off while other days it seems to wear me down more than usual.