My friends,
I apologize for my lacking
communication skills! It has been far too long since my last blog
post. So let me tell you about my last two weeks of practicing
patience and flexibility in sections.
Part One: The Time I Flew All The
Way To Kenya And Ended Up Doing Something Completely Different Than I
Had Planned
So the title of
this section basically explains everything. I was supposed to work
with an organization that focused on empowering people living with
disabilities. Although it is an incredible organization full of
passion and commitment, I found the organization without funding and
leadership. On Tuesday I recognized that the organization would not
work and I was out by Wednesday afternoon. For the time being, I was
in No Man's Land. I spent a lot of time at the FSD office hanging out
with the fantastic site team. They even included me on a field visit
to a fellow-intern's organization to observe a community assembly
addressing corruption issues.
The
whole coming-and-realizing-it-absolutely-wouldn't-work thing was a
bit difficult for me to swallow at first; but then, after Peter's
wise words of “Relax!” and “Welcome to Africa!” I relaxed and
embraced the African practice of flexibility. So that Friday I began
at my new organization: Africa Canada
Continuing Education
Society. Here,
their mission is to foster social and economic development through
education. Some of the projects they embark on are building primary
schools for orphans and children of very limited means, providing
health and gender services to these children and the community,
providing scholarships for certain students from these schools that
will enable them to continue on to secondary school, providing
scholarships for college and university students with very limited
means, agrobusiness income-generating activities that are focused in
the communities surrounding the ACCES schools, and vocational
training. So basically, it's the breeding ground of truly amazing and
inspiring work.
The
only issue is that there has been a nation-wide teachers strike.
Public school teachers—and now some national school teachers—have
taken a stance against government, arguing that they need to be paid
more. Which, by the way, I totally agree with. Because of taxes and
such,
teachers only actually bring home a small portion of their paychecks
to support themselves and their families. However, for a week now
thousands of schools have been at a standstill while millions of
students are forced to stay home. Even some boarding schools have
sent their students home. This has even spread to the ACCES schools,
which has inhibited certain work from being done. It does not seem
like there is an end in sight, but I am hoping with all my might that
the government and the teachers will come to some sort of agreement
soon so students can return to their educations.
Nonetheless,
so far I have sat in on a meeting about the basic terms of quality
needed for orphans and vulnerable children to be successful, I have
assisted the Community Health Nurse de-jigger a man (a jigger is a
nasty parasite that lives in the soil and makes its way into a
person's feet and then multiplies and can even get in the way of
a
person's ability to walk), and visited the one ACCES school that
remains in session called Shavagala. I have really been enjoying the
people who I am working with. They all have such high spirits and
love to laugh and joke and learn. It's great!
So
despite the slow-downs, it's been a great experience so far.
Part
Two: The Time A Puppy Was Brought To The Office
One
of my coworkers (we'll call him Joe) bought a puppy from another
coworker's sons. This puppy was delivered to the office today by the
son and holy moley it's the cutest puppy! Everybody was surprised at
me when I held the puppy and it started falling asleep in my arms.
They were even more surprised when I took it outside to relieve
itself when it wouldn't stop barking. I love the puppy. Joe left with
the puppy. But now I just want it back. **It is also important to
note that this co worker Joe has three main goal professions: to be a
businessman, a professor, and a politician. Already, he's basically
all three of those, but he wants them on a more grand scale. Today he
told me that I he has observed that I have certain qualities of a
good politician (I have no clue where he got that one, but I'll take
it) and said that he wishes that I'd stay so that we can make a
political partnership and change the lives of Kenyans. NOTE: These
are his words, not mine. When he was saying this, a picture of Obama
dancing into his arrival in Tanzania was sitting between the two of
us. Joe said “Like Obama!” We then decided that we would cut
Obama in half: Joe would be the right side, I'd be the left. Does it
make sense? No, not really. But don't be surprised if I end up
staying in Kenya in order to be Obama's left side.
Part
Three: How I Came To Be Very Close With My Host Sisters
I
am not quite sure how it happened and I am not sure how to explain
it. But for no good reason, I could not sleep last Tuesday night. For
the weekend before, I was feeling very homesick and a bit out of
it...just not myself. Then Tuesday night came. The second I laid down
to sleep, I was wide awake. I kept feeling more and more energized
and could not figure out why. I tried watching a movie, I tried
planning next summer's internship, and I tried reading (by the way,
if you're reading this Christian, I'm sorry but your copy of One
Flew Over the Cuckoo's Next
has gone through a lot of wear and tear).
But no matter what I did, I could not lull myself to sleep. Then I
realized that something about that night had snapped me back into
being my normal self. I was feeling more social, more excited about
the smallest of things, more me. Ever since that fateful night,
things have gone incredibly smoothly. Everything has been so easy
with my host family and coworkers. There was one night last week
where the three of us (my two host sisters and I) were all just
sitting on the extra bed in my room, hanging out and talking. Just
like three sisters normally do (or what I'd expect them too...it's
been far too long since I've been with just my two sisters
COUGHsadCOUGH).
Part
Four: The Most Slippery Walk In The Dark
This
past weekend I made my way to Kakamega Rainforest with the 12 other
interns. The rainforest is situated about 20 kilometers from Kakamega
town, but because of the bumpy dusty roads, it took us about forty
minutes to an hour to get to our guest house. We stayed in two
different types of buildings: one was outfitted with a large
eating/sitting area, a kitchen, and three bedrooms while the other
one was a large round boma filled with enough bunk beds to house
about fourteen people. So the thirteen of us ate our yogurt, our
avocados, our incredibly surgary peanut butter sandwiches, and our
pre-packaged tea muffins without the tea and sat around, talking, and
laughing and learning about one another.
The
next morning we rose at 4:30 AM in order to meet our rambunctious
guide Abraham for a nice stroll in the forest. I was so smart when I
was packing for the weekend: Oh, we're going to be hiking in the
dark? Of COURSE I don't need my flashlight! Umm what? I was able to
mooch off of other people's lights a little bit, but for a lot of it
I was just convincing my body I knew where I was going by trudging
through the forest with confident steps.
We
made it to the top of the tallest hill in the forest just about
fifteen minutes before the sun rose over the surrounding hills. It
was hands down the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen. The fog
that licked the tops of trees, the orange-red tips of the tall
grasses, the sounds of the forest animals waking up...it was
wonderful and a little bit surreal how perfect everything was while I
was just munching on my bag of breakfast peanuts.
We
remained on the hilltop for a while before we hiked back down the
very treacherous hill—by the way, how did we not realize how steep
it was on the way up? We made a pit-stop in a cave to get attacked by
bats for a hot second and then continued on our way back through the
forest. The entire hike ended up being about 15 kilometers. Yep, 15
kilometers of beauty in nature. I was a pretty happy girl. Also,
somehow I made it through without falling down! I slipped probably
five times in two minutes at one point, yet I never fell. (Which is a
good thing because I took a tumble down some stairs the day before
and let's just say I have the worst bruise I've ever had. Baby's a
little tender.)
So
fifteen kilometers, too many slips, and a handful of baboons later we
were back at the lodging area, exhausted and ready for our welcoming
beds at our home-stays.
Part
Five: Now I'm Not So Sure How To End This Post
So
there you have it. That's a slight overview of what my life has been
lately. I know it was a lot, but that was just the surface, trust me.
Every day something a little odd happens—for example, I was on the
bus back from visiting Shavagala and a man decided to stand up in the
front of the bus and preach the word of the Lord. In Portland, most
people would have gotten annoyed or impatient. But on that bus ride,
people either politely ignored him, bowed their heads in thought, or
even raised their hands and joined him in prayer. Huh.
There's
that little snippet for ya.
I
can't quite think of anything else to put on here without reporting
every detail of every day. Just know that I am doing well. This trip
has been quite the roller coaster so far. The dips are tough, but the
high parts are what make this experience fantastic. I know that I
don't realize it as much as I will in the future, but this is an
experience that will prove to be invaluable. I know it. It may not
feel like it right now, but it will. And I'm grateful to be here and
to share this opportunity with some truly great people, whether they
are here in Kakamega town or back home in little sunny Auburn or
wherever you may be.
Great snippets - I felt like I was right there with you! How I wish I were. Now I know you have an extra bed in your room, I might start booking my flight....
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