Sunday, February 14, 2010
Well, this time I'm sitting in JFK. Just that much closer to Ann and the kids!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Well, I'll start of by apologizing for leaving you hanging last night. I'll start this morning by filling you in on a somewhat appropriate send off, even though I'm still at the Maseno Guest House.
Next came the handing out of certificates from an athletic event sometime in the past. Apparently, the certificates weren’t ready then, but luckily they were now. It probably amounted to another 50 names, handshakes and curtsies. It was getting late, but wait there’s more. William was then asked to speak. He’s long winded, but got the girls, and even some of the boys, laughing and clapping. It was actually nice to hear him tell his students that if they worked hard, they can be successful like the girls at Huma. He then turned around and said that if he had brought the Mbaka Oromo Primary School students to play, “You would have seen fire!” I wonder how that went over with the secondary students.
Mareb then spoke, thanking us much more than we deserved to be thanked. We are only the faces of hundreds of people that help us accomplish our goals here in Kenya. It makes me uncomfortable when they thank us so much. That’s just something I have to work on. Mareb had a girl lead the entire group in what I would characterize as a rally cheer. They wanted us to have chipati and kuku. They don’t have the real thing, so they gave it to us in spirit. It was really cool, and I hope this video captures that. The sun was beginning to dip very low on the horizon as Mareb finished.
Then came the Deputy – Mareb’s assistant. She is a short stocky woman who just joined Huma this past year. She has narrow eyes, but a very wide smile. She often tries to hide it, but a smile that big can’t stay hidden for long. She’ll raise her hands over her face, or sometime lower her eyes, but the smile still comes through. She, too, said how grateful she was, but there was more. Not only was she thankful for the lights in the dorm, and the extra classroom, and the Fairport Softball t-shirt we gave her, but at her previous job, they had American visitors. She unfortunately never got the opportunity to meet them and shake their hands. We were the first wazungo she ever met! That made everyone laugh, and assured a hug goodbye from both Jim and me. She closed with a prayer as the sun began to set. It took another 20 minutes before we found our way back onto the bus.
It was a short ride to Layla station where Jim, William, Noel and I got off. We said our “goodbyes” and went to catch a matatu back to Maseno. The bus continued on toward Mbaka Oromo to drop off the students.
This would be our last Matatu ride… or at least I hope. If they’re feeling adventurous, perhaps I’ll bring some of our guests in May onto one. Those little vans, crammed with sweaty Kenyans is an experience that can’t be described… or duplicated… and if possible, not repeated.
Jim and I returned to the Guest House where we had 2 cold Tuskers waiting for us in the fridge. We picked up some ground nuts, and just sat and talked. We were both pretty tired, though, so the beer didn’t last long.
I sat under the mosquito net, and typed as much as I could. This is not the final chapter to this trip, however, because it will be continuing. Hopefully by now, Jim will have entered some stories on his blog (http://jiminkenya.blogspot.com). Andrea is his only follower at this point, and she thinks it’s pretty pathetic that she the only follower of a blank blog. Jim assured me that he’d get right on it. Hakuna matata.
I’ll right one more entry while I sit in the airport in Dubai, then you probably won’t hear from me again until May.
Talk to you in a bit.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I hope you have some free time, and possibly a cup of coffee. There's a lot to pack into this day!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Another 90 degree day. I now understand why they refer to it as an "oppressive heat." Once again I find myself underneath a mosquito net... the exertion of typing is making me sweat! I'd appreciate an ice cube right about now.