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Jan. 3, 2008
(Please continue to pray for Mark's safety while in these unsetteling times in Africa. We feel he may not be fully aware of the situation as news media is not being allowed access to the area local news, to our knowledge. Thanks! Judy)
Hey everybody!
So besides the election and the consequential uproar, I've done some really fun and exciting things. For starters, a few days after Ann and Marica arrived, on December 15th, the Carnivore restaurant I mentioned in my last update) held Kikuyu night, featuring food, alcohol and music from the tribe. Since the family was Kikuyu, we hired a matatu for the night and all headed out for great fun. In addition to trying the tribes fermented honey drink (which is nothing like mead), I learned some tribal dances. We returned home around 4am. The following day, a 30-second video clip featuring Ann, Marica and I dancing ended up airing every hour on K24, Kenya's 24-hour news channel (like CNN). Hooray for 15 minutes of fame! If I can get a copy of the video from the station, I'll put it up on YouTube.
On Tuesday the 18th, I returned to Amani Children's home, this time with Ann and Marica. This trip was not nearly as traumatizing as the first visit. I even took time to make friends with Faith, the sweet, disabled little girl whose story I mentioned in Update 2.
The following Thursday we took a YWIDC trip to a small town called Isesini, which is in the Machakos district. A New Mexican named Dr. Angelo Tomedi, of the NGO Global Health Partnerships has supported a health center in this region. The health center is funded in part by a large group of women who weave baskets, handbags and place-mats and sell them at fair-trade prices. Our job was to evaluate how everything at the center was going and report back. Although the center is facing many complicated issues, the trip was fun and informative. It was fascinating to spend 2 days living in such an impoverished area, witnessing their way of life. This region of Kenya is semi-arid (just like most of New Mexico) and thus experiences a lot of drought and the resulting hardships.
On December 24th, we all traveled to Narok, for the holiday. Anns brother-in-law Kosen (who is Masai) is from this area. We were going to be staying at his family's shamba (farm-land) nestled up in a hilly area outside of the town of Narok. Kosen's father owns a great expanse of land. In addition to his large house and cattle-sheds, he has fields=of wheat and corn and a large fruit and vegetable garden. Out beyond these fields, there is a small forest with a seasonal river which runs through it. Beyond the forest there is a field of small rolling hills. All this land fell within the property lines. It was an unimaginably beautiful place. The forest was even inhabited by monkeys and baboons. On Christmas morning, I headed out to the forest with Ben to go watch monkeys in the trees. They swayed too far away to get pictures, but it was still exciting. Besides, what Christmas would be complete without monkeys? We did not, unfortunately, see any baboons.
Christmas in Kenya is really different from the Western world. They don't exchange gifts and the gathering of family is contingent upon on thing - animal slaughter! No roasted/grilled animal meat? No family get together...Usually a goat is slaughtered for special occasions, but the Masai require that a sheep is killed when in-laws visit.
The Masai also have special requirements for killing the animal. Two types of trees must be present and the animal must lay upon a certain type of leaves when it is killed, skinned and gutted. Preparation was made and a sheep was killed. The testicles were taken out and put into a tree near the fire, to be roasted later and given to the uncircumcised boys. As the carcass was being gutted, the kidneys were taken out and eaten raw. I was given a slice of raw kidney and ate it. Raw kidney amazingly tastes like chicken, and it was still warm from the body heat. As parts were removed from the sheep, they were either thrown on the grill or thrown to the dogs (for instance, I witnessed one dog enjoying a full sheep bladder). Throughout the day I was handed pieces of cooked meat to try - ribs, legs, esophagus (which is really crispy and not flavorful). The head was even roasted to be made into a soup (which was made the day after we left, so I had no chance to sample it).
As Christmas wore on, a second sheep was slaughtered, and there was so much roasted meat that it seemed overwhelming. In the evening, everyone gathered in the living room and we watched a movie called "Crazy Safari." The 1970's kung-fu-action-comedy is about an ancient Chinese vampire-mummy that gets lost by his modern ancestors in tribal Africa. Antics ensue. (Could I make something like this up?) I want to start a new Christmas tradition back home, where every year we watch "Crazy Safari!"
So as you can see, the holiday was drastically different, but was still fun. The 26th of December was Boxing Day. We ate a big lunch of more roasted meat and a couple chickens were slaughtered and given to Ann and her brother Kamau as gifts. After that, we returned home in a rainstorm, spotting a herd of giraffe along the muddy highway. The 27th was election day and by now, you all have hopefully read about how that turned out.
Our plan for New Year's was to visit Ann's grandfather and at a slaughtered goat, but unfortunately, due to election violence, we were forced to stay home. All of Ann's siblings gathered here, although Ann was stuck at her aunt's house outside of Nairobi. We had a New Years celebration, with music and impromptu noise makers (pots and spoons), and a punk-rock version of "Auld Lang Syne". I DJ'd all night from my MP3 player and we danced and drank beer and wine. New Year's was a blast, but not quite the same as it is back home.
So that brings us to the here and now. Marica and I have been planning a trip out to Uganda, Rwanda and Burundi to begin this weekend, but currently no bus lines are running because of violence in rural areas of Kenya We might have to re-work our schedule and go at a later time, but we're still playing it by ear.
I hope everyone had a fun and safe Holiday Season!
- Mark
Feb. 21, 2007
Krystle and I are continuing with our ministry work which is all basically
the same as I’ve been telling you so I don’t want to bore you with the same
stories. But I do ask you to pray for us as we are trying to "wrap" things
up by the beginning of March so we can have the last 2 weeks to see people
and say our good-byes. CCP has released us – we are done with our work
their. We continue to stay busy with the profiles for TULIP and I’ll be
teaching a class on "managing money" to the youth at Lifespring in to the
2nd week of March (just on Thursday’s for 2 hours).
I must be a target for pick-pocketer's. Not once, not twice, BUT 3 times
they attempted to steal from me and only the first time were they
successful. I think I shared with you the first two…the first one when they
stole my phone, the second was in Mombasa when they tried to steal my
camera. This third time was in a matatu (where I was a target before I even
got in). It went something like this: 1 guy was sitting behind me, then a
guy on my left and one on my right – they arranged it that way making me
move in the middle so at that time I said, "you better not be trying to pick
pocket me!" The two on the side had "briefcases" that are empty that they
probably use to store their stolen goods and the one behind me continued to
pull at my seatbelt trying to distract me. I was concerned about the
valuables in my pockets so kept them covered where as my backpack on my lap
just had some paper work and hand sanitizer. I kept getting my seat belt
tugged so I turned around, shoved the guy and yelled, "this is my seat
belt…get off!" The very next second the guy next to me had his "briefcase"
over my bag so then I began to fight him off by shoving him and his
briefcase now to discover my backpack just magically opened on its own. I
gave this guy a piece of my mind as well almost crying when I was done
yelling! This all happened in less than 90 seconds. As the 3 thieves were
alighting I yelled, "Nice try!"
There is an 8 year old racist Indian girl in our estate. Some time early
last week I was walking in to the front gate as she approached me and said,
"My friend told me to tell you that mzungus smell like mafi." So I asked
her what that was and she quietly whispered, "Mzungu smell like poo-poo." I
was so shocked and kind of mad so I just replied, "Tell your friend to come
tell me himself." One or two days later the girl approached Krystle saying
the same thing, and the day after that approached another mzungu - Canadian
Christie living with us. Once we all discovered she had been saying the
same thing to us I told the girls we should poop in a bag and give it to
the girl. That would show her! We didn’t do it.
Friday Krystle and I were craving a hot fudge sundae. So we went to
Nakumatt where they have an upstairs restaurant and cyber. First we got our
ice-cream and then checked our email. Then we discovered "Mexican" food on
the menu and ordered a beef chimichanga. It tasted like mongollian beef. I
have stocked up the carbs here staying away from the meat as much as
possible. At home I don’t eat much meat anyway, but when I get home, Shad
please cook me a steak and when I eat that one, please bring me another one!
Have I mentioned before how people generally arrive late? On my way to
Lifespring I have to take 2 matatus. On Thursday to my first connection it
took about an hour because of a jam (later I heard they had some roads
closed due to a shooting some where) and it should have taken me no more
than 5 minutes. Then I crossed the road to get my next mat and traffic
wasn’t even moving. So what did I do? I decided to go in to Nakumatt, eat
breakfast (the place where we got our Mexican Chinese food). By the time I
came out about 40 minutes later the jam had gone. I got to Lifespring about
2 ½ hours late. So if I come home and am SLOW or late, please be patient
with me.
I keep mentioning how fast the time is going by but it’s so true. Imagine,
I used to say "6 months is too long" and now I’m saying it is not enough.
Please continue to pray as time is ending and am feeling many things. May
God bless you and all you are doing! I can now count to 20 in Swahili. I
won’t count for you but don’t have any thing else good in Swahili to share
with you – "uma shiba?" Are you full? See you’s…
Jan. 6, 2007
How can I write about my last 2 eventful weeks in a page and a half? I struggle every time I write: I have so much I want to share in a way you can experience it as well. I guess I can start off by wishing you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and your 2007 is off to a good start.
I decided to get my hair done like an African. They style is called
"rastas." So as my friend Nicole mentioned, I am a true "rastafarian."
My braids have been in about 3 weeks now and Yoland and others are astonished my hair has stayed so long. They keep asking my heritage which I (of course) respond, "IRISH!" So I guess now I am part Kenyan and Irish.
Christmas was one of the most memorable - one I won't forget and don't want to. Of course it was emotional too; I missed my friends and fam. We kind of celebrated on Christmas Eve. Before we ate we sang Christmas carols and Pastor Bob read a few words from the Bible and prayed. Then we ate African pancakes, fruit salad, sausages and a few other things (sorry, no nyama choma - roasted goad - that was for the next day). After that we just hung out and played this awesome game that basically had to do with encouraging
one another. Then us girls watched a movie and the boys watched
football (soccer). I had been feeling quite strange up to that night. What was missing? I realized that gifts was missing and it was nice they were -no "pressure" of buying. Then once we started hanging out as a family that "strange" feeling started to disappear as I was quickly reminded and comforted through being together the meaning of Christmas.
Although there wasn't the pressure of buying gifts like I said before,
I went ahead and "got" some for a few people. Rose, one of my dearest friends here (Yoland's cousin) went "up country" a few days before Christmas so I took her out for dinner as a gift. We went to a place called Carnivore. It's real nice and real fun. I really got to spoil her (and me too I guess). It was such a fun evening; we at lots of good food, there was a DJ and a dance floor. We got our groove on and everyone stared at the mzungu girl 'till they saw I had moves. Rose was so thankful and kept telling me she felt so honored and told me none of her friends has ever done that for her. For my Kenyan family I had a little picture project I was working on for a few weeks and made a big picture frame with 5 of their pictures in it.
I have to say I'm very proud of my work and they already have it
hanging and like it a lot. Lastly, some of my family sent some money to buy a TV for Charles which I delivered to him on Christmas day. His smile was priceless, from ear to ear. All he could say was, "I don't know what to say, I am just so happy."
The short version of my holiday from the 26th - 1st...Safari in Maasai
Mara and then in Mombasa, was that it was the holiday from heaven...and hell.
I'll start with hell. Flooding on the safari - we made national news.
People were not allowed in and a tractor had to pull us out of a river
of mud. We got stuck countless times. Camping in mud - I have no further comments on that. The tent behind us got torn in to and their things stolen included $3000 worth of camera things. There was a reward offered, and with in 1/2 an hour it was returned. It's sad, even remote areas are corrupt, as it was obvious they have a system that they all work together there. The heaven of safari - God's creation. It was so open and green.
We saw lots and lots of elephants and giraffes, and some lions (our first animal we saw a lioness with her cubs enjoying dinner...zebra). We also saw live zebras, gazelles and lots others I can't even remember their names. We also saw a cheetah, just one and just for a moment...I was so thankful to God!
The hell of Mombasa - it was so hot and humid with out any a.c. Five men tried to pick pocket my backpack. They were unsuccessful (praise God) after I pushed one and gave them a piece of my mind. Heaven: sailing on the clear blue Indian ocean, walking on white sandy beaches and celebrating the New Year at the nicest resort I've seen or been to. And the other heaven was returning back to my home in Nairobi and being with my Kenyan family.
And now it's the end of the holiday and back to work and the reason I
came. Only 2 1/2 more months...I can't believe it. My hope is to make the most of my remaining time and just take it all in. I hope your new year is off to a great start and you can make the most of where you are at as well. God bless and happy 2007.
Tuanane, Megan
Dec. 4, 2006
email # 5 10-19-06
Sema everyone, sema?! I hope and pray everyone is doing well. Thank you guys for sharing some of your prayer requests…It is nice to know what's going on in your world and to "lift you up."
We got back from Tanzania Tuesday early morning. What should have taken about 7 hours took a little over 14. The ride there was real smooth…a ladies broken chair about 5 inches from my face, bumps just here and there and about 60 stops. Okay not 60, maybe 15. When we got to Tanz we had a little time to rest, get cleaned up in a nice cold shower (it actually felt nice as I was so nasty sweaty because the bus does not have a.c.) and then we were off and running…
We went with the Lifespring worship team so basically we didn't do much. I think the main focus of the trip was to encourage Jesse and Joel and just help in small ways. Friday night there was a "concert" that was supposed to be from 8-12 PM. Well since we were on "African time" it didn't start until 10 and we got home about 2 AM. We listened to people singing in Swahili and sermons in Swahili. After the bus ride and since I understand their language so well it was real easy for me to stay awake. But some dancing and soda helped with that problem. Krystle and I actually got up on stage with our "Lifespringers" for 2 English songs…I basically stayed away from the mic and lip-sinked.
Saturday we went to Lake Victoria…this lake is amazing. I believe it is the 2nd largest lake in Africa, touching Uganda, Tanz, and Kenya. We took a boat to a little island that had caged and uncaged animals, and sadly is not kept up very well. We saw a hyena, a lion that was so thirsty when it saw our water bottles came running up (in the cage of course). Even with this cage a bunch of us ran back away from him. We gave it water and I even pet it's head. I looked straight into his eyes it was so *AWESOME*! He could tear you to shreds in 2.5 seconds but was so gentle…so neat. Out of cages were monkeys which took food straight from my hand, another gazelle and a wildebeest. On another day we went to a resort where there was a "beach" to the lake. Krystle and I and Eric went swimming and were on our way to go far to exercise before we were warned about crocodiles. I guess the week before someone was eaten by one…we decided to stay close.
Sunday we went to Jesse's church which was real small but had a lot of passionate people. Again,
I felt like I was just there, which maybe isn't a bad thing, but I tried to encourage Jesse in many ways. He is a great pastor and has been a bit discouraged and homesick. I can relate to that!
After church we went out to lunch and had pizza. Sawa, okay, these African's are so back-wards to us. I told you before they eat everything with their hands. They were eating pizza with a fork and knife!
I was so shocked and would not conform…I ate with my hands! I also, that night, rolled my first chipote…it was almost perfectly round they were impressed. Next it's actually making it from dough!
Our bus ride home was even better than our ride there. The Tanzanian roads are actually really nice…very smooth. And we began in the day time so I was able to see the land and the mud huts. They seriously are in the middle of no where, with out electricity, surviving! I wonder how, but obviously they do. By the time we got to the border it was dark and we wanted a picture of us crossing over the gate (there wasn't a sign of Tanz or Kenya)…so we got a pic. Then Gerald, a guy from the worship team, wanted his picture with Tanz in the background…so I took one. To make a long story short a cop harassed us to try and get a bribe for my camera, which he didn't get. Thank God for the 2 guys that were with us and know how cops here work. Power trips and sometimes drunk. After flashing me his rifle gun, getting told there is a law against ignorance, Gerald getting dragged by his shirt and words that don't make any sense to Krystle, we made it across the border.
In my head I felt a bit bad because I feel like I just went on a mini vacation. But then I remind myself that taking freezing cold showers while praying, "thank you God for water," washing my face in a sink with cockroaches and sweating like a pig at night because there it's so hot is NOT really a vacation.
I am thankful to be back to black boogers from diesel and dirt, catching matatus and the slow Internet. I really was thankful for the trip :o)
Tomorrow we will be celebrating "Kenyatta Day." For that we are going with Joyce's family to murder a goat and eat it. Chafua Roho!!! Nasty!
Looking forward to your emails and responses.
Thank you guys for your encouragement. Have a nice weekend!
Megan
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