Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Generosity through poverty

   There has not been a day that has gone by that I haven’t been amazed by the generosity of those around me. Kenya is a very poor country, there are some political problems (and corruption that I mentioned in my last post), but it is a country of incredible generosity through the poverty. One of the things that I was most nervous about before I came here was about how to handle situations in which I am asked for money. I have been to other countries similar to Kenya before and have had many experiences with beggars on the street, but have never had someone who I have met through a friend ask me for something so directly. The more I am here, though, the more I see that this does not occur only with me. Frequently, people will show up at Michael’s door asking for help. Sometimes they need a ride to the hospital (Michael is one of the only people near with a vehicle) and sometimes they need financial assistance. Whatever the case, Michael will listen to their story, and more often than not, will help.
   When I talked about this issue with Michael on the way from Nairobi to Kapenguria, he explained to me how Kenyans have learned how to survive by becoming interdependent on each other. People share what little they have. He said there is a common saying to describe this cultural aspect: “Because you were, I am. Because I was, we are.” People would not make it here if they did not depend on each other.
   Michael and his family, along with Nathan Roberts, have spent years starting a school to help children who would not normally be able to access education. Many of these children are orphans from Michael’s tribe and the surrounding tribes. Some of them are from extremely poor families. Whatever the case, their lives are being changed because one family decided to give rather than keep. Even right now, as I am writing these words, there is a 17-year-old girl, Kristen, studying her chemistry homework next to me in my room. This girl is from Michael’s hometown. Her father died years ago, and her mother died this last December. Michael and his wife, Angelina, decided to take care of Kristen and she now lives with them. They are even working to find resources to help pay for Kristen’s high school tuition (which is about $1200 a year) so she can finish high school.

Kristen (back left) and three of Michael's children with their new soccer ball

Angelina (Michael's wife, left) and Lois

   This family gives everything they have to others, and especially to the children at Daylight. Yesterday, I gave Michael’s children a soccer ball, and before Angelina let me give it to them, she made sure that I had another soccer ball for the Daylight students. She did not want her children to have something if it meant the school children were overlooked. I have been inspired by the way the Kimpur family lives their lives. They have changed the future for so many children and families. When I asked Michael about it, he just simply said, “That is what Jesus told us to do. Look after his children.” This, in my opinion, is true Christianity.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Ostriches and Corruption

It has taken a while for me to access internet, so I apologize for those of you who thought something may have happened to me on the way to Kapenguria! It has been a long few days of traveling and getting my bearings. But I am alive and well, maybe more than well. The internet here ranges from non-existent to decent, depending on the cloud coverage, but I will try to update when I can. Anyways, here is a run-down of my time here so far…
I left Minneapolis Thursday afternoon, and after two stops in Chicago and Amsterdam, made it to Nairobi Friday night, Kenya time. I even made a friend on my last flight, an Austrian who is about twice my height and speaks an incredible amount of languages. His father works in Nairobi.
Michael met me at the airport with four other Kenyan men, who I like to think of as my bodyguards J and we went to his friend’s house on the outskirts of Nairobi to stay for the night. His friend used to be a congressman, so the house was very nice for Kenya and it even had a hot water shower! We ended up staying there Friday and Saturday night so I could rest before the long ride to Kapenguria. On Saturday, while we were at the market buying groceries, Michael casually mentions to me that we will be going to an ostrich farm. Oh, and that I would ride an ostrich. Yes, that’s what I said. It’s the only ostrich farm in East Africa, and you can buy anything from ostrich eggs to baby ostriches and ostrich meat. An egg costs about $30 and can feed a whole family. The things are huge, and weigh 1.5 kg, or about 3 lb. We also ended up staying there to eat, so I had the chance to eat ostrich. It tasted like chicken (I’m not kidding), and was seasoned kind of like Korean barbecue is.
 Before it started running. Those things are fast!
                                                                                Ostrich meat

An ostrich egg, sorry I'm sideways but it wouldn't save rotated...

We left the next morning at 4 a.m. to try to beat the horrible Nairobi traffic, and I had my first experience with how bad the roads can really be. The roads downtown Nairobi are quite nice, but in the outskirts (where we were staying), they are literally dirt with huge crevasses that you have to dodge while you also dodge oncoming traffic, pedestrians, and bikers. Because we left while it was still dark, I saw quite a few remnants of traffic accidents that had happened throughout the night due to the bad conditions of the roads. Kenya does not have an emergency number like the States does, so if someone has an accident and no one comes along to help, they are out of luck. One of the cars we saw still had someone inside, and I had the awful feeling that he did not survive the accident.
I also had my first taste of the corruption that can be found in the police force. There are several roadblocks along the roads, some equipped with strips of nails to ensure that everyone stops. Policemen stand at these sites and ask vehicles information about their destination, reason for traveling, etc. The roadblocks without the nail strips usually only stop taxis, but the highway patrol are different. They stop every car they can, and use any excuse necessary to get money from passengers. Michael had just bought insurance for the truck. They had already paid, and had the receipt, but the insurance sticker (that they use on the windshield) takes 3-4 days to arrive. Since they had to go to Nairobi to drop off Rachel, the girl who was here before I came, and pick me up, they could not wait for the sticker. So when we were stopped by the highway patrol, they threatened to take us all to the police station unless we gave them 20,000 Kshs (or almost $300). I didn’t even have that amount of money, but eventually they accepted 2,000 Ksh (about $30), which is quite a lot in Kenya. They said it was the “fine” for not having insurance, even though we DID have insurance, and would not give us a receipt. In other words, it went right in the patrolman’s pocket.
After almost 11 hours of traveling, we finally made it to Kapenguria, and to my temporary home. It has been great hanging out and talking with Michael’s children and wife, and I have begun to learn a little Pokot and Swahili. Pokot is the language spoken in Michael’s home and around me most of the time. It is a tribal language and not many people speak it. I will write more later about what it is like where I am staying (and post more pictures). But rest assured that I am being well taken care of. I am grateful to be able to experience Kenya in this way and to have such good company around me at all times.
A volcanic crater in the Great Rift Valley

Transportation, Kenya style

Friday, April 1, 2011

6 days from today I will be start the long journey across the Atlantic Ocean to the small town of Kapenguria, Kenya to visit my friend Michael and to volunteer at the school he started, Daylight Center. As of now, I feel excited, nervous, and extremely overwhelmed due to the lack of structure involved in this trip. Although I am planning on bringing laptops for the school as well as some ESL class materials, I am not completely sure how I am going to fill up the 5 weeks that I will be there (although I have heard rumors that I will help with the new school construction). I have this feeling that this trip's purpose will unfold itself as it happens, and am looking forward to what comes from it. I'll keep you posted :)


Kapenguria, Kenya

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