Goodbye, ABO!

ABO is done and I'm catching some quick internet in Nairobi before heading to my new home - Kijabe! I'll be at RVA in a couple hours and sleeping in my own bed tonight! I'm so excited - but sad to say goodbye to my new friends. Someone said that we would probably all be friends for life after spending 3 weeks of intensive time together. That sounds good to me! Here they all are:


And some more pictures, taking advantage of the quick connection!

On the hike . . . should I just quit teaching and work for national geographic?

You need to see a picture of a tuk tuk . . . these little guys aren't popular in Nairobi but were certainly helpful in Machakos. I am heavily laden from a trip to the market.

It wouldn't be a true missionary event without a skit. This is super missionary rescuing the banana seller from a snake bite using both the zapper and the black stone. Don't worry, she was saved!

ABO BFFs getting our feet all nice and clean. Doesn't that just look relaxing?

Extremely Photogenic

Hooray! Pictures!

Where Converse sneakers go when they die: Chuck Heaven. (Toi Market in Nairobi)

The aforementioned musical number. Meghan with the tambourine, Mama Grace with the maraca, me with the washboard.

On our hike with a little dude.

Dancing Grandmas and Avocado Wars

With ABO being two thirds done, I’ve settled into a comfortable routine here. We leave next Tuesday! I’ll be at RVA in a week, PTL. =) It continues to be cold here – I am wearing every long-sleeved shirt and jacket that I own at the moment. I unfortunately turned in my sweatshirt for washing on a rainy day and it hasn’t been sunny enough yet to dry it off . . . I’m COLD! I’ve also been dragged out on some long runs with Meghan, who is training for a half marathon when she gets home. I’m not quite used to 5+ miles in this altitude. Helps me sleep well at night. The food . . . is . . . passable . . . but we had another birthday today so cake and ice cream for all! Woohoo!

Highlights:

We went back to the same school this Sunday. I couldn’t help it, I got on my ‘teacher voice’ and did a little talk on respect before we launched into our lesson . . . and guess what, the lesson went perfectly and everyone was attentive. No more reading the newspaper or waving sticks around while someone else is talking. I also enjoyed a precious time after with a bunch of girls, chatting about life in Kenya versus the U.S. and learning new Swahili words. Unfortunately all I remember is “suti ya Mungu.” Literally “suit of God,” . . . or naked. Clever.

Today was our “cultural scavenger hunt” in Machakos town. My group was intent on winning the prize for the best relational experience . . . and I think we might have done it! Sarah, Meghan and I were browsing through the market for some sisal baskets when I spotted a strange looking instrument. When I asked how it worked, I got a great demonstration from Mama on how to shake and sing. This demo snowballed into a full-out song and dance fest with maracas, tambourines, and the original washboard-tambourine combo I had spotted in the first place. Mama, her old mama, and the three of us busted into some praise songs, complete with African dance moves (or so I attempted) – and I got the whole thing on video. Meghan promises to upload it for me when she gets back to the states. We are crossing our fingers for the prize tomorrow!

A Prayer Request:

We found out today that a former RVA student died from hear t issues. He was a sophomore from Wheaton and out here for an RVA reunion when he fell sick. His family is very involved in AIM and this will affect the extended AIM family a lot. Please pray for his parents and four siblings. We had a sweet time of prayer this afternoon, but then were encouraged to rejoice in his salvation. It is a reminder of how fragile life is, but how great is our assurance in our Savior.

And another story:

This afternoon I was lying on the grass with two other girls, just chatting and watching the clouds go by. Suddenly, I heard a whistle and a thud – and a shooting pain in my forehead. As we looked around for the perpetrator, our DIRECTOR, Loren, peeped sheepishly out of the kitchen window and announced that he meant to startle us, not knock me out with an AVOCADO. I found said avocado, and after examining the dent my head had put in it, tossed it back at him. It, being quite rotten, splattered a bit against the bars of the kitchen window. Loren grabbed the remains and hurled it right back – and score! Green ghostbusters slime splashed across Megan’s jacket. Gross. It’s a good thing he didn’t hit my last clean jacket or we would’ve had world war 3 – avocado style.

OH – the black stone – love to my researchers. It is actually a cow bone, treated with a milk and charcoal regiment. When placed on a snake bite, it sucks the venom out. These are for sale here if you want me to special order one. (Martha?) The zapper is a ‘missionary special’ that involves a motor of some sort and a hand crank and an electrical charge that neutralizes venom. This is totally not proved by doctors but totally reliable in the missionary world. Hopefully I’ll never have to use either.

A picture?

Hi Folks,
I'm in Nairobi trying to upload some pictures for you all! We have one off day so I've been in town with some friends. I just finished a fantastic veggie burger and some SALAD. Hooray! Here are some pictures of life in Machakos:

Climbing the hill above the school. Quite pretty.

Girls from the village.

Students enthralled in our Sunday School lesson.

Students much more interested in me taking pictures than paying attention in Sunday school.

On my 12th day in Africa . . .

First off, THANKS for the helpful hints on subscribing to blogs from KS and KK! My internet connection is seriously awful, I'm having a hard time sending emails right now, but in a couple weeks I'll be able to set something up. I really appreciate the comments and all. :) I wrote the following earlier today in Word so it's all ready to go on here! Hope it's interesting . . .

One week in Machakos! And my overall impression is a positive one. Sure, there are some challenges in the dining and living realms, but those are just minor blips (although they do make the best stories.) But the whole point of being here is to learn – orientate – and that goal is being accomplished. The topics of community development and health/safety were particularly interesting. We were given a Biblical perspective on community development that I found really well taught and makes a ton of sense. I’ve typed out the notes if anyone is interested. :) Health and safety – we’ve discussed AIDS, water safety, malaria, travel difficulties . . . admittedly some of it was scary stuff, especially the ‘security training,’ where we learned how to respond to threats on our safety. However, that’s life and it’s necessary to be aware and now I know how to bleach my fruits and vegetables, as well as the symptoms and treatment of malaria. I've also acquired two ways to treat snake bites - with a "black stone" and with a zapper. BONUS POINTS if anybody knows what either of those are. I will seriously send you a treat for the black stone.

On Sunday we have ‘ministry assignments.’ I went to a boarding school close by to help with Sunday school. I found the primary students to be attentive and well behaved during our lesson about Abraham (and yes, we sang Father Abraham, which they knew already). When we were done, a student from the seminary gave a full-blown sermon on claiming the authority of the Holy Spirit. Almost immediately, the students lost interest, started pulling out all sorts of toys, and walking around the room. The teacher in me couldn’t resist giving the evil eye to whoever would look my way . . . later discussion didn’t resolve if their attention toward us was just because we are wazungu? Or genuinely more interesting? I’m not sure. We’ll try round two this Sunday.

In the (few) hours that we aren’t in class, we look for creative means of entertainment. Meals are pretty basic so one day Juli and I went to town. This involved a boda-boda ride in, on the back of a man’s bicycle. It was just a bit scary to sit side-saddle on the back of a bike, with the bike horn squeaking our approach to people/vehicles, but it was cheap and fast, and we arrived unscathed. Next we perused the town grocery store for our few items- cilantro, yogurt, lemon, some cookies (to supplement our meals). After paying we had to take a little tour around town to find a vehicle to take us back. Finally we found a tuk-tuk, which is a little three-wheeled vehicle, reminiscent of Asian rickshaws. Ta-da, back to the school before the next session. That night we enjoyed some tasty guacamole to go with our chapattis. Avacados cost about a quarter. And they say the tomatoes are salmonella-free!

I’ve switched running routes to along the main road. I find that when I’m talking to my running buddy Megan, I don’t notice the stares as much and the shouts of “Wazungu!” seem a little quieter. I know we look strange, two white girls dodging goats, cows, and matatus, but I need that time outside the gate each day. We’ve had a couple birthdays – cake and ice cream! – and movie nights, but this is a talkative crowd and we spend most nights playing games and sharing stories. Last night I got back to the dorm a little late and found the door locked! After discussing with Sarah our various options on getting in, I ended up climbing through my window, fortunately left open by my roommate who grew up in the Yukon and likes to mimic that environment in our room (did I mention it’s quite cold at night?). Roommate Charmyn was a little surprised to see me climbing in but held a very coherent conversation – which she didn’t remember at all this morning!

So, that's my attempt to fill you in on just a bit of life. Please imagine me sitting outside in the dark with chilly fingers and toes, typing away under the African stars. It's a happy place.

Madness in Machakos

Machakos, Kenya. Got to love it.

There are 32 adults and 9 kids hanging out at Scott Theological Seminary, just outside the town of Machakos. We sit in class ALL DAY long, but it's interesting stuff - African world view and culture has been the topic of the last two days. We have Kenyan teachers so I feel like I'm getting the real deal as far as teaching. Living accommodations are . . . adequate. More on that later.

I'm enjoying the people a lot. I've found some running buddies to trek through the village and up the hillside, past the coffee fields and kids on their way to school. We are headed to different parts of Africa when this little learning session is over - Nairobi, northern Kenya, Uganda, Mozambique, Chad, RVA, Tanzania, eastern islands, Madagascar . . . and more. We're from Germany, UK, N. Ireland, South Africa, Canada, and the U.S. So, I like that part a lot. We’ve spent time educating each other on our countries. Now my South African friend thinks all American teachers wear button covers. Still trying to set that one straight . . .

Unfortunately I can’t get any pictures to upload, so I’m going to have to be extra descriptive. I was here last year helping out with the children’s program so I knew what to expect. But one major surprise - this year, we’re staying in the girls’ dorm. That has provided many adventures. The first night we were here, there was an usual amount of flying bugs in the hallway, buzzing around the light. My friend Juli and I were surprised to see a man in the bathroom, spraying the bugs with Doom (the African equivalent of Raid.) As we inquired about the large amount of bugs, I noticed that they weren’t just flies, they were BEES. I asked him where they came from and he took us to a dorm room. We watched as he proceeded to open the door and spray half a bottle of Doom into the room, which was swarming with bees. Thousands of bees, dead, all over the bed, the desk, the floor, and some still flying through the air. He kept up that process for a while – open door, spray, shut door, for a bit, and the next day we saw some poor girl sweeping heaps of bees out into the hallway. Grooosssssss.

So far we’ve had electricity and running water every day – although hot water is a commodity in the girls’ dorm. They are having a water shortage so we are told to conserve our water usage, flushing and all that. Yesterday I was pleased to hear that the water was hot, so I rushed eagerly to the shower. Everything was going smoothly – hot water and all – when I tried to adjust the water flow by turning the hot water faucet. Suddenly, the faucet shot off the pipe and a stream of hot water started to gush out from the wall, under the door, and all over the bathroom. I started to panic, knowing I was wasting a lot of water, and HOT water at that, and started yelling for help. The girl in the next stall was extremely helpful. “Oh yes, that is a bad shower.” When I realized she wasn’t going to be much help, I surveyed the situation, found the missing faucet, and – dodging the boiling geyser – stuck the faucet back on the pipe. Catastrophe averted. And I will never use that shower again.

So, I’m doing well. Thanks for the emails and comments, I've been able to read them all, even if I haven't responded yet! Some people have been asking how to subscribe to my blog - I'm not really sure, but I think if you click the orange button up in the browser bar - it might same something like "subscribe to this page" - then it will put a link on your browser and indicate when the blog is updated. Or if I'm wrong or you have a better idea, leave a comment so the kind souls who read this can read it even more.

Mayfield

For the 5 people in my life who know what Mayfield is and care to see pictures . . .

Right now we are at 2 hours until we leave for ABO and minimal internet connection, so everyone is busy blogging and uploading and emailing and skyping and . . . clogging up the internet. The lengths we take to communicate with home!

This is Mayfield, the AIM guesthouse. I think it's quite cute . . . and it goes sprawling in all directions with rooms in every nook and cranny. There's a bell that rings for dinner and a dirt field where the kids rigged up a baseball game - duct tape ball and a broom stick bat.

Helping each other with internet . . .

Some of the kiddos. The 2nd from the left is Emily . . . and I MIGHT have her in my class. We shall see!

Ok, off to ABO! More later!