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Sunrise on the Masai Mara

The need is great both physically and spiritually. But I’ve heard it said that you cannot minister to a man’s Spirit until you have first ministered to his body. I believe that to be true to a large degree. One often cannot hear the whisper of the Spirit over the loud demanding screams of the physical realm. When I ask God to bless the people of Kenya, I ask Him to perfectly fulfill their needs in abundance, but I have trouble asking Him bless them by giving them all the money they need, because I see, from my own experience that with money comes a whole other set of material problems that they are not encumbered with as of yet. Money/materialism like poverty screams at us and takes our attention away from the quite leading of the Holy Spirit. If you ask me it is just two extremes that our Enemy uses for the same ends; that is to keep us from living the Spirit-filled life God intended for us to live.

I am also reminded of the proverb, “If you give a man a fish he will eat
today, if you teach him to fish he will eat everyday.” sometimes just giving
money is hurtful rather than helpful (case in point our welfare system which
causes people to look for a free handout rather than looking for how they
can help their selves. And the people who take the handout are subsequently
owned by those whom they are dependant upon. Slaves to our corrupt government. Ok I’ll stop there. I don’t feel like stepping on anyone’s toes.)

There is a balance between dependence on God which brings freedom and
dependence on Man which brings enslavement. I think how often God works in
our lives through our need or lack to bring us closer to him. It grows dependence
on Him as we are unable to meet our needs and look to Him to meet them. But
at the same time that need and lack can be misused for evil purposes
creating a dependency on man which only brings suffering and enslavement.
Where is the balance between dependence for our daily needs and the
Independency of Freedom? So much of life seems to hang in a delicate balance
between extremes. And it is so easy to knock it off balance. But even there
God is still God.

I’m sorry for ranting on and on. I sometimes get stuck in the deeper
questions and miss the practical solutions. The physical/financial need is
real. God Does call us to help our brothers in need. And God does work
through us to meet the needs of others. The important thing for us to do is
to be sensitive to how God is individually calling us to help and act in our
community and in the world, and then to be obedient to that call with
abandonment. In order to do this we must lose our in dependency which is
always inadequate for the task God calls us too and become dependent on His
Power and Might. Pretty awesome!

If you would like to find out how you can sponsor a child at The Methodist Mission School in Nakuru through Kenya Partners please ask me or check out there website. www.kenya-partners.org.

Please pray for the Church in Kenya, and around the world including the
Church in America; For God’s Spirit to be poured out upon us and for our
hearts to be willing vessels for the Holy Spirit to set us a blaze! And seek God with all your heart, mind and strength. It is then that we will see The Church move in the power and freedom it was destined for and will bind up the brokenhearted, proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. Amen!

Amazing tree on the outskirts of Migori

Migori has been hard. On Saturday afternoon after closing the clinic and packing the vans  we traveled the 6 hour journey to Migori a much more remote village that is not on the map We got a late start because one of the vans had a flat tire. The drive was beautiful after we got out of Nakuru we headed out towards the distant mountains. Everything turned from brown to green as we climbed the mountains. There were tea fields as far as the eye could see and tea plantations. The hillsides were dotted with the pretty little whitewashed building with red roofs. These are the houses where the field workers live. By this time it was late afternoon and soft warm sunlight scraped across the buildings and fields in a magical way. We stopped a one tea plantation hotel in Kericho for a bathroom break and stayed for a few minutes to just enjoy our surroundings.

Due to the late start the last hour or two of our trip was driven in the dark. That was hard because we got off the paved road and were back on bumpy dirt roads. I really have respect for the abilities of our drivers to do what they do driving under these conditions. And I really have no idea how they find their way. There are not very many street signs at all. We did not really know what we were in for when we arrived.

The hotel we were supposed to stay at was full so Diane made arrangements for us to stay at the Bliss Park Hotel. I suppose it is one of Migori’s best hotels, but let me tell you it is far from American standards. Even the worst  motel I’ve stayed at in America (That would be the Econolodge somewhere between NC and PA) pales in comparison. It was a hard pill to swallow, but we were all just exhausted. This whole part of the trip has been much harder. I think it is partly because we are all tired and worn by this point. And up to now we’d been staying in a pretty nice place. Not like you’d find in the States, You might not always have electricity, there are a lot of brown outs and I never had a hot shower while I was there, but it was clean and friendly. So even if you were in bad conditions all day you knew at the end of the day you could relax in a nice comfortable place. Not so in Migori. Also Migori is south west of  Nakuru and it is warmer here. I am not used to the heat and it would just wipe me out. My room was very hot too.

It is a little sad to think just how easy it is to discourage me (& others on the team.) and give us bad attitudes. It is something I’ve had to fight the past few days. It seems that gratitude and perspective at the best weapons for this battle. On the drive to Migori I turned on my Ipod and listened to my favorite band as I was looking at the scenery fly by the window and was just praising God for His creation and the perfectness of his provision of us. All of us all around the world. It is just as beautiful here as it is in America. I thinking about what God was showing me, and how He was changing my heart and perspective on this trip thus far. There was one song on the CD called “From Protest to Praise” I was reminded of that song as I climbed into my somewhat dingy bed in my un-bearably hot room and put a dirty mosquito net over my head closed my eyes and began to thank God for every blessing I could think of. I slept well that night even the Muslim Prayers over the loudspeaker at 4am could not keep me up.

John Wesley Methodist Church Sunday Services

The next morning we worshiped at one of Pastor Kephas’s Churches, John Wesley UMC. Worship started at 10AM and went till after 2PM. IT was amazing rime of worship. They spent probably 15min just on one song welcoming the Holy Spirit to come fill this place. And the Spirit was there. This trip has given me a new perspective on the Church Universal both around the world and throughout time. To know that the Church Here in Migori is Praying for us in the U.S. And now I will be praying for them too ties us together in ways only the Holy Spirit could. I prayed for the Church back home too. And I know without a doubt that God is listening to the prayers of His people and is storing them up to be poured out at the right time.

The Sermon was from the book of Samuel Chapter 30 When David and His Army had been away their woman and Children had been taken by the enemy. They went after it to “Recover” What was theirs. The Pastor Sermon was on Recovery; to get back what has been taken from you. He was speaking in terms of what our great enemy, Satan has stolen from us whether it be our peace, or our love, or our relationships… It was about spiritual warfare; something that seems to be discussed a little more here than in the States. It was a good sermon, and only about 40 minutes long! LOL Just as the Church here in Kenya has a spiritual battle for it’s freedom, so we at home do too. Satan may use different tactics in different areas, but the Battle is basically the same. And the outcome is always the same. The Battle is already won. We must only stand our ground in the Victory of the Blood of Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

Beatrice Serving Lunch

Fish served Kenyan Style with heads scales and tails

Then we went to Betrice’s house. She is the UMW president. It is just a mud house as is common around here, but it did have a tin roof. No electricity or running water. They know how to host over here. We are treated like royalty. The serve us more food than they probably eat in a month. Especially the meat. You know they slaughtered their prized chicken just for you to eat. It is oh so humbling. They are so gracious. I have become a vegetarian for this trip becuase the meat is not kept in the sanitary conditions that we are used too. The meat is not refrigerated and is left out in the open. Along the streets you can see plates of fish just standing out in the sun all day with flies all around. So Despite my desire to graciously accept their hospitality, I do not eat the meat. …But I can’t tell how badly I want a slice of American pizza or a Hamburger right now. I am longing for the comfort of the familiar.

View of Migori from District office

That evening we had evening worship at the District Office, Pastor Kephas wanted to show us his offices. And the different groups gave presentations for us.

The next day the Medical crew went to the remote clinic about 25KLM from Migori in the community where Kephas grew up. The outreach team spent the morning at the Susannah Wesley Academy. It is a pre-school housed in the Church building. There are about 50 kids there some of them orphans. We sang with them and told bible stories and then helped feed them. They have a feeding program here just as the Mercy school in Nakuru has. The Children are given a half cup of porridges for lunch. We brought juice and biscuits (cookies) to add to their meager feast. But even in this, God is providing. Praise the Lord.

Suzannah Wesley Academe

Migori Methoidst Mision Clinic

Midwives at the clinic

Joy Bringers Academe

Orphans at the academe

Teaching the women tapestry

Then we all went to the clinic to tour it and meet with the community mid-wives who are using the clinic, and also with the HIV support group. A few people have come out with their stories of being HIV positive and getting help at the clinic so that their testimonies have encouraged others to get the help they needed rather than hiding away. It has a made a big difference I the community. The clinic is poorly supplied and needs simple supplies badly. Malaria and Typhoid run rampant throughout this area. Just in the one day our people where at the clinic 40 people were diagnosed with Malaria. The clinic does not have what it needs to test for Typhoid.

While we were meeting with the group under a tree outside the clinic it started raining. We moved to a lean-too made of wicker reads. It kept out some of the rain, but we still got soaked when the rain clouds let loose. A few of the woman were so gracious and took off their scarves and gave them to us to put over our heads. I it supposedly good if it starts raining when guests come. It is as if they bring a refreshing rain and prosperity with them.

After That Pastor Kephas took us to see the Church where he grew up and to his mother’s house She was expecting us and had prepared another feast for us. It seems like everywhere we go we eat…..It is the Methodist way!

That afternoon several people in our group fell ill either from the food and water or from a stomach virus. By the next morning there were 5 sick. Those of us who were well went with Pastor Kephas to the Joy Bringers academy. The school was father out then I expected. We drove out of Migori proper and then turned down a dirt road that lead us through the town of Awendo and past fields of Sugar cane. The sugar cane was being harvested and there was an odd smell about the place. I did not find it pleasant. After a 30 min drive down the road we finally arrived at the school where we greeted the Children and broke up into teams going to different class rooms with Bible stories and gifts for the Children. We also brought juice and Biscuits for them to have at lunch.

Then we walked down the road a bit to the local Church and met with the woman’s group. Rebecca, who works at the school and is part of the Church’s woman’s group had met us earlier in Nakuru and had seen Janet working on a tapestry. She had asked Janet to teach the woman how to do this type of tapestry when we came to Migori. So we brought the supplies with us and taught the woman….Then they Fed us another feast! LOL

Then we were on our way to the Masai Mara. It would be another exhausting 6hr ride down a long dirt road. But When we got there we would have a time of rest before our travel home. While Migori was difficult on all of us It was still a blessing. The countryside is beautiful, and the people are kind and friendly too. There is so much good that the Church in Migori wants to do to be an outreach to it’s community, But they lack the funds. Please pray for these people that God would bless them.

View from the Awendo Church. The Masai Mara is on the other side of those hills

Children being fed at Squatter's Hill Mercy School

Squatters Hill is a very poor community in Nakuru. A few years ago is was just a hill side where people gathered when Kenya Partners started a feeding program. The kids would come from all around and swarm the hill.  Now there is a school build there.  Mercy School. A few of us not busy at the clinic went over to squatters hill for

Bea mixing the porridgert

the morning. We got there just in time to help feed the Children their porridge. It was really something to think about. This meager meal of a half cup of porridge may be all some of them get in a day.  I would hardly consider it palatable, but they drink it up with zest.The porridge is cooked in a large pot and then divided up into individual cups. The children from each class then stand in line to get their cup. As usual They are so excited to see a mazungu. They crowd around wanting to shake your hand and greet you. Jambo!

After the little one had received their porridge I sat down on the steps to their classroom and was surrounded by the little ones pushing in on all sides. I took out my camera and started taking their pictures. They absolutely love to see themselves on the back of the screen. It is all I can do to keep the camera in my hands and the front of my lens un-smudged by little hands. We had a great time talking and playing. There is a little bit of a language barrier. They are taught English in school and know it pretty well, but it spoken very differently. I sometimes have a hard time understanding them, and they me.

I know without a doubt that God has a reason for me to be here, but sometimes I wonder what exactly it is. We tend to have the mentality that we have to be doing something; be productive, to be making a difference. But all I’m doing is handing out cups of porridge and playing with kids….What I have come to see is that God is not always in the business of doing, He’s in the business of being, and that being is in relationship. I’m not sure I will ever totally understand what an impact just being there and showing you care has on those kids.

Later that day we went to the boarding school. I ended up talking to the man working on painting the schoolrooms that were being renovated for a while. Once again, it was just the act of being in relationship that was important.  I am a task-oriented person, so being relationship oriented is something I have to work on a little. Sometimes I lose track of what is really important while trying to get the lesser thing accomplished.

On the way back to the hotel for the evening we stopped at the clinic to pick up the others. While I was waiting in the Van (Matatu) I struck up a conversation with a little girl named Lucy. There is always a group of kids waiting outside the clinic door for us to come out at the end of the day. They are waiting for sweets. Lucy is a supper bright girl and very outgoing. Most of the children are a little shy when you start talking to them, but Lucy jumped right in. I asked her to teach me some Swahili words. She went on for 15 minutes teaching me one word after another. “and for God Bless you, you say…..Mungu haku bariki…and for…..” I had so much fun with her.

Lucy and Me

Saveo's one room school

School Building

The outreach team went to traveled to Saveo today to visit Pastor Steve’s Church and community. We went first to visit the primary school. There are 40 children there being taught in a one room school house. They are renting the building and would like to be able to have their own building someday.  We watch the teacher teach the children for a while then we taught them about King Jesus and how much he loves us all. We sang a few songs with the kids and gave them all burger King crowns that we brought from the states with JESUS written across the front representing Jesus Being the King of the our lives and the universe. They went out side to play a little and sing some more.

Viilage of Saveo

Afterwards Pastor Steve took us for a walk through the community to His Church. He too showed us the plot of land they own, but they need funds to build their church. They had a Church there in the past but it fell down. They are currently meeting in a rented building. The cost of the rent takes most of their money. There were about 20 people inside the church building waiting to greet us. We talked with them and they sang for us and showed us the projects they are working on to raise money. They are raising Chickens and a pig.

Then Pastor Steve took us to his house to meet his wife. Pastor Steve is a godly man. All of the pastors that I have met here have been Spirit filled men of God. And the people to have a deep rooted faith. The one thing that Pastor Steve said that really touched me was when we were talking about praying for each other. Teresa asked him to be praying for the people that we will be talking to when we get home that God would give them generous heart to help, and Then Pastor Steve said that he was already praying for us; that he had prayed for God to send us to him and Now he has. It just made me so aware of how God is moving and working in Hearts all around the world for one purpose.  And I am reminded of the journey God has taken me on over the past few months to prepare my heart to come here, and to open my heart to His Voice as he has called me here.

In the Afternoon I worked at the Clinic escorting people to the appropriate places and doing a little crowd control. This was a crazy day at the clinic things just sort of fell apart and tensions were running pretty high. The enemy was definitely at work trying to destroy what we were doing today and to devide our unity. I was fine, I just have a very layed-back personality but there were people who were struggling. And there were other things going on at the school too. Our Theme was the fruits of the spirit and each morning Pat and Nancy leave a little something at our door with a note with a different fruit. Today’s note was Patience. I thought it was very fitting for the day. We all needed to demonstrate a little patience.

Words I’ve learned: (This is a phonetic spelling. LOL)

Cati –sit

Cuja – come

A sante sana – Thank you very much

Karibu – Welcome

Mungu hakubariki- God Bless you.

Yesu Anakapeda – Jesus Loves you

Habari a asabui – Good Morning (more accurately – How are you thing morning?)

Kwahairi – Goodbye

Mazungu – The term for us White people

Pastor Daniel in front of his church building at Njoro

D.S. Pastor Daniel Invited us to come to his Church in Njoro to meet the women’s group that was started there, and to visit the local school. about an hours drive from Nakuru and we made our way into the beautiful rustic countryside down rutted dirt roads. It is so dry that the van just kicks up so much dust you can barely see through it. The country side was dotted with little bits of civilization; small shops and small houses made of stone or mud. And everywhere you go there are people walking along the sides of the road with heavy packs on their backs or the occasional mule cart. You wonder where they are going and how far they have to walk to get there, because there isn’t much out there.

Before stopping at the woman’s group we stopped at the future site of Pastor Daniel’s Church. He showed us the land and the beginnings of a building and told us about his church. This was the first and oldest Methodist Church founded in the Nakuru District. It was started in 2001. They  have been meeting in a barrowed building, but were given some land a few years ago and they began building the church, but it has been on hold because of the drought. (I’m not quite sure exactly why, but Pastor Daniel mentioned something about making mortar. There probably isn’t enough water.) The walls of the church are about 2/3 the way up.  He says it is going to take the equivalent of $20,000 to finish the roof. We all packed into the van and continued up the road a bit farther.

Greeting with song and dance at the Njoro Woman's group

We heard the drum beats greeting us from far off. Everyone we have met here have been so welcoming and hospitable. They are excited to greet us. There were about 40 women that meet to learn trades and make crafts to sell and earn money. It is a fairly new group. The make woven baskets, crochet, make paper bead necklaces and have a couple of tailors that make clothing on the two sewing machines. These are not electric sewing machines. There is not power out there.  It was a small wood building with a fenced in courtyard. Over to one side was a small silo and a new chicken coop. The women greeted us with singing and dancing in Kenyan style, and then shook our hands and embraced us. They led us through the courtyard and into a narrow entrance to the front room of the building and invited us to sit and rest. As they served us hot coffee and cooked white sweet potatoes. I’d never seen a white sweet potato, but it was very good! Then we went back out to the courtyard and the ceremony started. Pastor Daniel was dedicating the new Chicken coop which was the newest project for the women to raise money.  Pastor Daniel introduced us and we each were able to say a greeting to the women as Dickson Translated for us. There was something very uniquely special about this group of women, I’m not sure quite what it was but the Spirit was there, and you could feel it. The Leader of the group prayed for us, and although the only words I understood were Jehovah and Jesus Christ, I truly physically felt the presence of the Holy Spirit there and I thought about how the Name of God is called upon all over the world and HE hears it all!

Pastor Daniel proceeded with the ribbon cutting ceremony, cutting the ribbon that hung across the coop doors. Everyone applauded and wanted to show us the Chickens. They will be able to sell eggs and Chickens now. Then they brought out their crafts for us to look at, and of course buy. We all bought something, and then we were led about a quarter mile up the road to the school for the presentation of 5 new uniforms that the seamstress had mad for a couple of the Children who needed uniforms but could not afford them. A couple of the Children were orphans taken in by the school. They did not have shoes on their feet or decent clothing. It was kind of the woman to donate these cloths.  Even though they don’t have much themselves they are very generous.

Children at Njoro School

When we had walked back to the van and were getting ready to leave we were asked to stay for lunch. The woman had prepared more food for us! I cannot begging to tell you how blessed I felt that they had gone to so much trouble to be so kind to us. And although I had some misgivings about how safe it was to eat their food, I realized how much of a sacrifice this was to them and how rude it would be to refuse. Se feasted on a meal of cabbage, sow beans, Chicken, and another dish of ground corn mashed together to make a kind of dough. (I can’t remember the name.) It was all very tasty.

We finally made it back to Nakuru several hours late. Kenyan time! So we never made it to the school we were going to visit that afternoon. We went to the clinic to pick up a few people and then spent an hour that evening going up to the Menengai Crater. The view form the top was amazing. Africa is a beautiful place. And so big. Views like the one from the top of the crater really give you a new perspective on the work=ld and your place in it. The patchwork valley stretched out below us and then rose to meet the green mountains on the other side. A cool wind was blowing over the top of the ridge  and the feeling was so peaceful and awe inspiring.

HIV Support Group

A group of use went to a HIV support group in the morning. There were about 60 people there mostly women, a few men and children. They have started a sort of co-op making things to sell in hopes of raising money. They brought all their wares with them for us to buy. It seems that one of our ministries is just to buy stuff. LOL Kind of funny considering my last post about materialism. But the reality of their situations is so dire; beyond what we really understand, and the 400 shillings I paid for two bracelets is more money than some of them make in a month and can go such a long way towards putting food on their tables (if they have tables.) The group welcomed us and one by one introduced themselves to us. Very few of them spoke any English at all so communication was limited. But there was plenty of non-verbal communication.

The group speaker spoke to some of the issues that individuals living with HIV have to deal with. In the small village of Lanet there are about 20,000 people. And about 10,000 of them are HIV positive. It is a real problem, but the bigger problem is the stigmatism these individuals live with. They are outcasts. The Speaker, Ester Also talked about how some many of these people hide away in their homes with the help and support of groups like these. Later that day some of our group went on to do home visitation to some of these people’s homes.

The stories they told were heart-wrenching.  One woman lost her husband and 3 children to AIDS and she and her other 3 children, all under the age of 10 are also HIV positive. They are living in her Brother-in-laws house and he is trying to kick them out. They have no where to go, and literally no food , no firewood, and nothing to cook with. But despite these conditions The woman said that “God would Provide.” It is faith like this that is just so powerful, and humbling to see.  And to know that God has provided for them up to now and that He will be faithful to provide for them still makes me think about my level of faith and trust in God. That is something God has been working on in my recently. He has made me come to see just how untrusting I act towards Him on a daily basis as I try to find my own way to accomplish things with waiting on Him to supply or direct. And He has also been showing how stingy I can be with my money trying to save enough for myself, when He is more than able to supply for me. What He really wants is for me to grow a spirit of Generosity giving beyond my means and to rely on His means, which are perfect. The Ladies in the group gave her some rice and beans and prayed with her. I know from their stories that it was a life-changing experience for them.

Wesley Mision Clinic

I was assigned to the Clinic for the afternoon. It was not overly busy when I got there and there was plenty of help, so I spent my time talking to the people and local volunteers at the clinic. I enjoyed getting to know them and hearing about their families. It is not in bad taste here to ask for money. And several of them did ask me for money, or to sponsor their children to go the US . It very hard to say no to them when your heart goes out to them, but of course we cannot give them money etc. If we did it would spiral out of control and we would have everyone asking for more.

Mary

My New Friend, Mary showed me how to wrap my head in one of their head scarfs. I bought it from her so I could have one to bring home. I think it made her very happy. And we had so much fun together. I took a lot of pictures and video of what was going on in the clinic for Dave to use when he makes a video to show folks back home. I am still so impressed with the love and happiness of these people who have so little, and yet do not focus on the negative, but rather enjoy life just as it is.

Methodist Mission School - Lanet

Methodist Mission School

2/13/11

Today was totally amazing. What a blessing to worship with fellow brothers and sisters in Christ in the Church universal. We started the day by going to the boarding school. The program lasted nearly 3 hours. We were given special seats up front as guests of honor. Unfortunately for us fair skinned people the seats were facing directly into the sun. A number of us had to get up and move to the shade after a while. The worship was amazing the children have a self-abandonment in their joy and worship that was delightful to see and it was so full of life and the spirit. There was a lot of dancing and singing, and the kids had prepared special songs and skits and poems and…the list goes on just for us. We in turn sang for them, but did not do nearly as good a job as the kids. After worshiping with the children we went up the road to the local Methodist church to worship. They had waited on us since we were nearly an hour late because the school program went over…but this is Kenyan time.

Pastor Jeofrey leading worship

Nakuru D. S. Pastor Daniel preaching

When we arrived we were met by singing and accompanied by African drums. They were all standing outside to greet us with open arms. One by one we embraced each person greeting them with the “double hug”, one side then the other. Then we made our way into the small one room Church. It was a room about the size of an average child’s room probably 12×12 they made sure we all had a seat first then filled in where they could the rest stood outside. There were at least 25 of us packed into that small room.  The pastor spoke to us and another man translated. after that the D.S., Pastor Daniel gave a message on trusting God. The music was just as lively as at the school shouting and dancing and singing with only the drums and a metal ring like a triangle for percussion. The joy, contentment, gratitude, and love of these our brother’s in Kenya, continues to amaze me.  In many ways I long for it. Our wealth  and materialism and constant striving for more distract us from God, and make dull of hearing,; if we hear at all, and make us unable or unwilling to respond to God and all to often are missing out on the closeness with God that comes on true dependence on Him. Another saying I heard this week, is that “Americans worship God, but Kenyans depend on God.”  And that makes all the difference in their relationships, with God and others. I truly feel like they are the rich ones and not us…At least spiritually.

Manyororo United Methodist Church

But there is a lot of oppression here too. People in real need both spiritually and physically. But as Rebecca, one of my team members said in devotion tonight, there needs to be people who “have” in order to be able to fulfill the needs of those who don’t have. But to whom much is given, much is required. With that blessing of abundance there is a responsibility to be Christ’s hands and give to the needs. She feels that this is where we in America have come up short. I think she is right. Dave, another member of the team commented on how the people he’s talked don’t want our life. They are not envious. There just doesn’t seem to be that insatiable desire for more stuff like there is in America. I can’t help but think of how much of that is driven by the propaganda of advertising and P.R. I think that materialism is America’s oppression.

Lake Nakuru Safari

After church we went to the clinic to eat the PB&j sandwiches which we will have for lunch everyday. We each packed a jar of peanut butter in our suitcase. Then set about to finish setting up the clinic. After a few hours work, us first-timers we dismissed to go on Safari at Lake Nakuru.  It was also a completely amazing experience!  I got to see rhinos up close, a pride of lions, Flamingos and storks and other water fowl, giraffes, gazelles baboons, zeebra and much more! The park closed a 6 so we had to exit the park on the far side and make our way down a road, if you can call it a road, that was so bumpy it would put our off-roading trails to shame.  It took us about a half hour to get back to the hotel. I was exhausted from the ride down that road.  The next day I paid for it when my back went out and put me in bed for the next day.

Rift Valley Overlook

2/12/11

We left early to travel to Nakuru to set up the clinic. It was about a 3 hr. drive from Nairobi. we stoped at the Rifted Valley overlook to view the valley. Unfortunately it was pretty hazy so you could barely make out the mountains in the distance.  There were many booths set up with people trying to get you to by one of their trinkets. It is pretty customary to buy something from them if you are going to stop and take advantage of their overlook.  It is really hard to say no to them. I ended up buying two soapstone figurines of an elephant and Rhino that I did not really want just to try and appease them so I could have a moment to enjoy the scenery, but it wasn’t long before another one came up and began to try and get me to buy something else.  Then another man invited me tom see his both. You can’t say no to them without being rude, so I went but told him I did not have any money to spend. I prepared buy not taking my wallet out of the van, but just taking a few hundred shillings in my pocket.

The road to the clinic was not paved. It was a rough slow ride.  But we finally got there and were greeted by a few of the clinic officers and a group of local children which stood outside the clinic door all day waiting for us to come out to ask us for candies. The joy of these people who have so little really touched me. The people are so open and have a completely different since of time. In America we are so hurried and scheduled and If things take to long we get impatient. Here it is different. There is nothing so pressing. Things get done in “Kenyan time” – That is similar to “Ish time”. I’ve heard it said this way, “Americans know the time, (we all have watches  and Schedules etc.) but Kenyans have the time.”

Delivering water to the clinic

unpacking and organizing the stock room at the clinic

pill counting and labeling at Clinic

Unpacking the suitcases of Medical supplies that we all brought and setting up the clinic took the whole day, and we are only half finished. The rest of it will do on Sunday afternoon after Church.  When we were al exhausted we left the clinic and traveled back down the long dusty pot-holed road to the Flamingo lodge were we will be staying for the next week. The people at the Flamingo lodge are very nice. (just like everyone else we’ve met.) they cooked a dinner for us of kale, cabbage, potatoes, and chicken or  some other kind of meat I’m not sure quite what it is. J

It was a beautiful evening so we sat outside with our coffee and tea and enjoyed the evening before meeting for evening devotions then off to bed.

Today was our first day in Kenya.  We woke up to a cool comfortable morning sunny with a slight breeze and eat homemade doughnuts, fruit and coffee. Then we went to the market to get some necessities, exchange our money and shop.  It was quite an experience to walk through the open air Maasai market. There were rows and rows of vendors hawking their wares and they can see an American coming. Talk about pushy sales. That is something we Americans are not used too. They’ll swarm you trying to get you to buy their stuff, and if you show the least bit of interest or deference they will not stop. Next comes the bargaining. Diane our fearless leader told us never to by anything for more than half the price they tell you. But as I quickly learned that means you have to start the negotiations a lot lower that half price. And I know I ended up pay more for things than I should have, but it is a learning process.  And it doesn’t help that you are working with a foreign currency. They numbers don’t mean as much to you. I spent thousands at the market today…thousands of Shillings that is….But 1000 shillings equals about $12.50 USD.

Then we went to Lunch at the Amani House.  It is a place for refugee woman to come and learn useful trades and skills so that they can support themselves.  “Amani” means Peace. They have a beautiful courtyard set up with umbrella covered tables where they serve meals. We all eat and browsed the store that is full of the products they make. Some more spending of the big bucks went on there.  Another 2000 shillings down the toilet! LOL

Later on a few of the knitters in our group will be going back to teach them a new skill so they can make felted hats and bags which will then be sold here in Kenya and in different parts of the world.

Then we went back to the Hope House to rest a little before we head out for dinner. We are all still exhausted from the long travel and jet lag. It was good for us to have this day to be restful, and to do the tourist thing. Tomorrow we head out to Nakuru to set up the clinic.

tea cup in Holland airport

Mr. Bendiman trying some of the local flavor at Amani