Monday, January 01, 2007
We ate rice pilau (rice with seasonings and some meat), oranges and chai for lunch. I love to hear the hopes and dreams of these young ladies. Sarah (on the right) loves math and thinks she may want to be an engineer. Chemning enjoys the study of ecology. Both hope to further their education after finishing high school. Both are living in a mud hut and working hard to help run the family shamba (farm).
On the morning of the 23rd we loaded up the Pajero and hit the road. As we traveled from family to family I was struck by how easily it could have been me... None of us are blessed with the opportunity to choose where we will be born and what circumstances we will grow up in.
One family we visited was headed by a grandmother. David Tarus explained to us that this lady had once been prosperous. In fact she and her husband were the first in the community to own a car in 1970. Now she lives in a house of mud and actually sleeps on a bed which she crafted from mud. She went from riches to rags. At any moment any of us could loose all that we have. It was something to think about.
This smiling cutie in the picture is daughter to Mama Sifuna. She is truly a precious child. She and the rest of her family welcomed us into their home. They are currently raising chickens to help support themselves. Walking into the compound we were all careful to not step on any chicks as this is the future of this family's livelihood.
A letter had been written to each family wishing them a very merry Christmas and inviting them to our Christmas service. When we arrived at each house we would read the letter, sing a song, and pray a prayer of blessing for the family. We would then move on to the next home.
The following day one of the families walked over a mile to David's home to deliver a Christmas chicken to our family. What an overwhelming moment! Our generosity did not cost us half of what it cost this family. There are some things in the world that are just so hard to understand...
Thank the Lord someone else found him and told me he was there. We called in a staff member from the Children's Home who happens to be an excellent snake slayer. He then came and beat the snake to death for me.
Now just what kind of snake is this? I was originally told it was a black mamba but then most all of my Kenyan friends disagreed. When William and I found a poster of deadly African snakes we thought this one matched the picture of the tree cobra. Any snake experts out there who can confirm or deny that?