Isaac’s children go to a day school in Narok called Legacy
and Heritage Primary School. It was
founded, and continues to be run by, a woman named Margaret. She was not around when I came here last
year, but it didn’t take long to see that she is an incredibly strong
woman. We would later learn that she has
even stronger views about education, government, the Masai, children,
parenting, health care, women… and on and on and on. It’s my own fault, though; I was the one
asking the questions. Regardless of this
conversation (that took place just before we left), her school really is
beautiful. The grounds are impeccably
kept and the children are very well behaved – there was nobody kneeling outside
the headmaster’s office.
Karen went and worked with Tatiana’s teacher first. It was a 1st grade class and they
were learning greetings. “How are
you?” “What is your name?” … that kind
of thing. She was incredibly animated
and role-played each scenario to illustrate to the children what it might look
like outside the classroom. It was quite
entertaining and each child was engaged.
Karen was surprised that there didn’t really appear to be any kind of a
lesson plan. She’s been in that position
before, so she took it in stride. We
took more photos of the class outside.
These children are simply adorable.
We then went to Caleb’s class wehre the students were out on
break. That just means that they’re
playing in the courtyard between classes.
Obviously, that meant that the room was empty. We called but no one answered. Before we could turn around and leave, the
children all came running in – another student had gone to fetch them. We sat and talked for a bit before releasing
them back to their recess, and proceeded back to the principal’s office, and
this was where she began speaking.
Although I never saw the soapbox come out, I’m pretty sure it was
there. I asked some questions because I
found her comments interesting but the rest of the group weren’t engaged in the
conversation – Margaret was really only talking to me. Of course, I wasn’t aware of this at the time
and I’m fairly confident that the conversations went on for much longer than it
should have. Well, we finally found an
ending and she walked us to the car.
That’s a very common Kenyan tradition.
When visitors leave, the host walks them to their car to “give them a
push.” Margaret was definitely in her
element.
We headed back to the hotel and decided to forgo
dinner. Instead, we made peanut butter
and jelly and washed it down with water.
It was enough to do the trick and soon we were fast asleep. Truth be told, I’ll have to check with Karen
and Andrea regarding the validity of this entire storyline. Any corrections will be made in the next
entry.
Before leaving I could see young girls trying to touch Karen's hair as she walked by. Once I pointed it out to her, she immediately removed her ponytail and waited until everyone was satisfied. They were amazed at the color and how soft it was. There also amazed with the hair on your arms. The young boys would stroke my arm as iff they were walking through a heat filed touching the ends of the high stalks. once we were sure there was a smile on every face, we departed.
We were invited back to Isaac's for dinner where Leah prepared rice, goat and spinach. The food, as always was delicious. The girls are still unsure about the goat. Actually, that's not true - they are very certain about the goat, but they're being very good about it. Sleep will come easily tonight as we're still getting used to the time change. Our bodies will adjust when it's time to head home.
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