Thursday, August 26, 2010

Skin Tight...

Back from Africa for nearly five weeks but i still feel like i'm not "all here", that i don't really fit inside my skin. So much of my self remains in the places i visited, with the people i came to know and love, and each day i find myself wondering how Beatrice is recovering from the death of her 8-year-old granddaughter from AIDS... how Juliana's grandchildren are doing since her death from complications of AIDS...how the businesses of the grandmothers in Mwanza are doing... how the uniforms for the grand-children in the Kibera pre-school are coming along. I have more "grandchildren" now, more than my wonderful nine grand grands here in North Carolina...and my heart is both filled to overflowing with the courage and hope and broken open with the pain and poverty i witnessed firsthand.

And i am left with so many questions: How do i best live out my caring and concern? How do i let these new friends know that my thoughts and prayers are with them daily, that i send blessing each time i recall their dear faces? How do i live faithfully and responsibly in this place at this time in my life, knowing that i am deeply connected with these sisters far across the world? And how do i find my way back to this incredibly beautiful and terrible place which has implanted its mark like an indelible tattoo on the deepest place inside me.


Monday, July 26, 2010

Still on Kenya Time...


Here I sit at 3a.m., having just eaten a small "breakfast", after more than eight hours of sleep. My body remains on Kenya time- fell asleep at 4:30p.m. yesterday and awoke at 9:30a.m.-in Kenya! I guess this is what is known as "jet lag", though it simply feels like needing to reset my body clock, which has spent nearly four weeks on another schedule of life. Guess they're one and the same thing...though I see it as my body letting me know that my biological clock isn't reset nearly as easily as my wristwatch. And I'm paying attention. In the meantime, I'm trying to use these early-morning hours for something constructive...catching up on emails and this blog...doing laundry...and watching the very early news on ABC.

So, my body is in agreement with my mind and heart. Part of me is still in Kenya, firmly held by the grandmothers and grandchildren I met...by both the beauty and the poverty...by both the hospitality and the need...by the inability to claim and explain the emotions which threaten to overflow each time I think about the past four weeks. I look the same...my outward appearance has not changed...but inside, I am in turmoil...in the sense that I feel a pull to return, though in what capacity I am uncertain. Too soon, I realize, to have any clarity...it's just that these dark, early-morning hours lend themselves to such reflection...and suddenly I find I am getting very sleepy. "To sleep...perchance to dream..." Good night...good morning.


Saturday, July 24, 2010

Home at Last!

After nearly two days of travel, beginning at 7p.m. Kenya time on Thursday (noon EDT) and ending when I walked into my house at 11p.m. last evening, Friday, I fell into bed for ten hours of sleep. Tried to unpack today but found I was just too tired...and tomorrow is another day, after all.

Ahead lies some very intentional recovery time...and processing time...and writing time...and remembering time. Perhaps I'll share some of it on this blog; perhaps I won't. Right now nothing is certain except that my life has been affected, impacted, changed by my African journey... and figuring out the direction my life will now take will be the next big task of my life. Wish me luck...

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The Last Full Day

Today was bittersweet, as I spent my last full day in Nairobi. In the morning, Maddie and I went to the pre-school center to paint the benches we had made on Monday- fun, and not too messy, though I would have given a lot for latex paint. The cheery colors of turquoise and yellow will add a great deal to the classrooms, both in the old center and in the new one when it opens in September.







Then after lunch and a meeting with an amazing woman, Terry, from an NGO working with the aged here in Kenya, it was off to the city market to make some last-minute gift purchases, including my son's vuvuzela (you know- the dreadful-sounding horn used at the World Cup soccer games to cheer for the teams. Am I crazy or what?). The word is Zulu and means, "Let's all celebrate!"

Briefly back to the hotel and then off to our early evening meeting with the grandmothers at what will be the new pre-school center, since several has not seen it. They were thrilled with the property, as was Elizabeth, the teacher, since there will be far more space, both indoors and outside. Our time together was made difficult by two things. First, the eight-year-old granddaughter of Beatrice, one of the original grandmothers, died on Monday of complications from AIDS and Beatrice had gone to the country to be with the rest of her family for the funeral. And second- though far less important in the overall scheme of things, it was our goodby to the grandmothers for this trip. There were many hugs, a parting prayer, and sincere wishes for safe travel, as well as the fervent remark from Elizabeth: "Please don't forget us." As if I possibly could.





And so, in just a little more than 24 hours, I will be on a plane heading for Cairo, then Amsterdam, then Boston, and then Charlotte. By this time Friday evening, I will be on my way up I-85 to my home...and Nairobi, Kenya will be far, far away once again. But a piece of my heart- a very large piece- will remain here with these courageous grandmothers, with their beautiful grandchildren, while I give my own grands many hugs and kisses...while I express continued gratitude for the blessing of their presence in my life...while I pray for the wisdom, courage, and strength to continue the work begun here and in Mwanza and in Kigali among women who are struggling so hard to give their own grandchildren a better life.



Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Kibera: Africa's Largest Slum

Let me tell you a bit about Kibera, the second-largest slum in the world, the largest in Africa. The statistics vary but  it seems to be generally agreed that somewhere between two and two-and-one-half million people inhabit 2 square miles. Houses- such as they are- are quite literally on top of one another and from the outside edges of Kibera, where roads can accomodate one car-width, the streets get narrower and narrower, until in the center, streets are barely wide enough to permit two people to pass one another.

With no electricity, the place becomes dark and dangerous when night falls. With no running water, people are forced to carry water from several taps maintained by the government for that purpose. With no sewage system, raw human waste runs in the streets or is placed in bags on the roofs of houses where it is susceptible to both vermin and weather. One of the estimates I have heard is that more than 500,000 children in Kibera do not go to school, which means that this extreme poverty will be perpetuated for yet another generation.



Stretching as far as the eye can see, these "houses", each composed of one room and sometimes housing as many as 14 or 15 people, are the growing-up place for thousands of children, the dying place of countless more. 

The desire to bring hope and education to children orphaned by AIDS and now being cared for by their grandmothers is what has prompted the Nyanya Project. Having spent time at the Pre-School Center, seeing these children being fed and educated and cared for by loving adults five days a week makes me more determined than ever to have more and more such centers established. With the rental of a larger property (where considerable renovations must take place), a second center will begin- we deeply hope- this fall. Both centers will be housed in the same building, which will have a play yard outdoors, an indoor kitchen, several classrooms, a office, and bathroom facilities. In all, a total of 80 children will be able to attend, with the goal of preparing them for elementary school, as well as teaching them good health skills and providing nourishing food (which might well be the only food they get each day). The grandmothers working at the center mix a "porridge" of several difference grains (very nutrient-filled) which the children drink each day in addition to their lunch. I found the smell less than appetizing, but the children drink it gladly and ask for more. And a considerable number of the children have grown and are thriving where before they were thin and sickly (most especially those who are HIV-positive).


Yesterday, a group of us spent the morning working with a carpenter and his helper to build some benches for the center. Presently, the children sit on the floor, with no surface on which to write. The benches will serve double- duty: a place to sit when they are eating and a "desk" surface on which to write and color. Tomorrow morning, Maddie and I are going back to paint them in bright colors, which will add some extra cheer to the classroom.


If you'd like to learn more about the Nyanya Project and its work, please visit the website and/or the Facebook page. And if you believe in what we're doing, perhaps consider a contribution to enable us to help more of the grandmothers of these children, the poorest of the poor. For it is in these little ones that the hope for the future lies- their grandmothers realize that, which is why their determination is so great, their dedication so unwavering.
                  




Sunday, July 18, 2010

It's Called Shutdown

Well, I was supposed to be spending this weekend near Mt. Kenya, visiting with the sheep grandmothers and going to the chimpanzee center, but during the night on Friday, my body absolutely rebelled...chills and fever (very low-grade) alternated with sweating. Add the vivid dreams and by morning, I was completely wiped out and could barely drag myself out of bed. Made the decision (in consultation with my  body which was shrieking, REST! REST! REST!) to forego the trip, which would have involved a good deal of driving both days and, instead, stay at the Wildebeest.

What is the saying about the best-laid plans? Seems the Wildebeest was completely booked for Saturday night and so, after the sweet receptionist made a call for me, I landed at the Fairview Hotel nearer downtown Nairobi. It turned out to be a lovely place where I slept, blogged, ate a little, took a short walk late in the afternoon, and then slept some more. This morning, there was a delicious breakfast buffet downstairs in the atrium (included in the room rate), and later, Charlie-the-taxi-driver, will pick me up and return me to the Wildebeest for at least the next 2 nights. Have you followed all this? The saying here when things happen in unexpected ways is TIA- "This Is Africa".

What I've been finding is that as much as I enjoy going the simpler, cheaper route, staying in hostels and camps, my aging body periodically rebels and demands a bit of comfort. Makes me feel totally spoiled...after all, the people we're meeting and working with have no such options. And many of the grandmothers are around my age...some older...with huge burdens of responsibility. Philosophically, the question arises: why is each of us in the particular life situation in which we find ourselves? Me, born in the U.S. admittedly to hard-working first-generation citizens who struggled all their lives to give my sisters and me a life better than theirs...and the women here, born to hard-working parents who also struggled to give them a better life- but in very different terms and circumstances. And now, because of the AIDS pandemic on this continent, many are left in their fifties, sixties, seventies, caring for their orphaned grandchildren, struggling to give them a better life.

The struggle is etched on their faces...your sisters and mine. And answers are not forth-coming- at least not for this intrepid traveler on this Sunday morning in Nairobi, Kenya.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Reflections from the Masaai Mara

The Masaai Mara was nothing short of amazing! There from Wednesday afternoon until Friday afternoon...took four game drives, saw a Masaai warrior dance, ate amazing meals, and slept in a beautiful "tent"- without a doubt the most luxurious accomodations I have ever experienced: handmade chocolates on the pillow, turn-down service AND a hot-water bottle each evening, a queen-size bed all to myself. I can only say WOW! Add to this seeing zebras, wildebeests, giraffes, lions, impalas, Thompson's gazelles, warthogs, meerkats, African foxes, crocodiles, hippos, vultures, ostriches, and countless unnamed antelope varieties and unidentified birds- all in the wild- and my cup was truly running over.

Took innumerable photos and had some time (believe it or not) to do some reflection and writing. Perhaps later, after I'm home, some time has passed, and all of this has soaked in, I'll write some more about it all, but for now, the best I can do is to share my writigs- as well as a few photos. Amani and kwaherini from Nairobi.














The Masaai Mara
The many shades of brown
soothe the eye, surround the
heart with welcome and
deep peace. Who could have known
that brown could be so varied,
so beautiful, so inviting to the soul,
as the wide expanse of grassland
leading to the distant hills
brings me to unexpected tears,
eliciting a sense of open-mouthed amazement.
Along the dusty, rutted road, the sight
of herds of zebras, gazelles, and
wildebeests stops my heart
again and again.
Masaai herdsmen and their flocks add
to my sense of other-worldly wonder,
while the women in their brilliant garb
appear like Miro-spots of color
on the otherwise monochromatic canvas.
Who would have known that the
sight of a distant herd of elephants
or a mother zebra and her colt
would bring a lump to my throat?
For, somehow, this feels like "home"-
though I have never been here
in this life...the open spaces
holy places from which I draw deep peace,
the sense of Divine Presence
very near...
this IS Africa.


WHY?
Why am I here?
What has brought me to this land of
startling contrasts?
of abject, relentless poverty and
startling modern opulence...
of women wrapped in colorful native cloth
bearing burdens on their heads,
and those in business power suits and
high heels, bearing briefcases in their hands...
of barefoot children dressed in castoff cothes
begging on street corners, and others wearing
shoes and spotless uniforms riding private buses
to private schools...
of trash-filled walking paths, awash with plastic
bags and strewn with refuse, and pristine
hotel gardens abloom with flowers relentlessly
tended...
of dusty, rutted rural roads filled with bicycles
and trudging pedestrians, and street-clogging
vehicles of every description filling city streets...
of local markets filled with wooden stalls set
amidst dirt paths and piled high with local
produce and used shoes, and shining modern
supermarts filled with everything one could
desire or need...
of grandmothers in the slums raising
grandchildren on mere shillings per day, and
young professionals ending their day at a
local pub, the tab as high as one month's
wages for the poor...
What am I doing here?
And when I return to my "real" life,
in whose voice shall I speak? Whose
story should I tell?
      And will anybody listen?
                          I wonder...







Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Never a Dull Moment...

Back to the preschool this morning and it was wonderful! Such a welcome from the children, the teachers, and the grandmothers! It was so gratifying to hear the children singing and doing their reading, learning to sound out words phonetically, and then clapping enthusiastically for themselves and one another. I had the total fun of teaching them a song from my preschool music teaching days. Mary Martin's two granddaughters (here with their parents since Saturday evening) presented everyone with toothbrushes and toothpaste from their elementary school classes in Boston, gifts from the children there. The level of gratitude never ceases to amaze me, gratitude for even the tiniest things...and then I remind myself that these are children living in Nairobi's biggest slum, children who have nothing, children whose lives are being made immeasurably better by being at the Nyanya Preschool Center, and my heart is filled with hope.

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And now, all you bibliophiles out there, prepare to be green with envy. I was able to get "The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest" in paperback at a bookstore in Nairobi yesterday- the UK edition. Began reading it last evening...and it is promising to be as wild a ride as the other two. For those of you not yet hooked, I give this amazing trilogy my highest recommendation. Lisbeth Salandar is one of the most unusual and creative characters I have encountered in a long, long time.

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I have fallen in love with Oliver, the little son of our hosts here at the Wildebeest. He is the most adaptable kid, welcoming one and all to what is essentially his home. Of course, being two, he has his moments...and wails can periodically be heard coming from different parts of the compound. But he keeps himself quite entertained, enjoys the two dogs, Fatty and Barney, and in general, seems to like people of all sorts. What an amazing way to be growing up! Having people from all over the world as your usual milieu...seeing their comings and goings as a way of life...sharing life with people of all ages, speaking many languages, and learning to be comfortable with all of them.

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I'll be out-of-touch for a couple of days as we go to the Masai Mara for a wildlife "safari". I'm hoping to see many, many animals, though how many photos I'll actually take I don't know. I think I'll be too busy just watching. Anyway, we return to the Wildebeest on Friday late afternoon, so check here on Saturday and there should be something. Asante sana for reading this. From Nairobi, Kenya...

Baby Elephant Walk

More time at the baby elephant center...far less crowded on Monday, and so, far more fun. Hearing about the rescues is amazing...these little ones were saved from certain death, since elephant babies stay with Mom for 2 years, and the dedication and obvious affection of the keepers for their charges is a joy to see. "Our" ranger put in a pitch for eschewing all products made from ivory. "If you buy them," he said, "you are as guilty as the ones doing the poaching. Poaching will stop if there is no market." Simple economics...not so simple human motivation.

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Being a total tourist! This is called getting a giraffe kiss... sweet Daisy removing one of her treats from between my lips. This center was also far less crowded on Monday, which made the visit far more enjoyable. A busload of schoolchildren- primary grades- arrived while we were there and they stood in line waiting quietly for their turn up on the platform. There was no jostling, no shoving, no acting up at all...quite a difference from many American school children. The expectation of good behavior and total respect for the teacher is very strong here in Kenya- and I suspect the rest of Africa. And perhaps since school and getting an education is still considered such a privilege here, the entire experience is given much greater value, taken far more seriously. I don't know...I'm only reflecting on what I've seen of students so far.
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Went to a local fruit and vegetable market in the afternoon and got a marvelous fresh fruit salad of mango, banana, and pineapple. Saw some of the local cooking- lots of rice, beans, tomatoes, cabbage...and throughout the market, a mix of the familiar and unfamiliar... both bananas and plantains, casava, red onions, tomatoes (what we would call Romas), potatoes, carrots, and many other unidentifiable veggies. The variety of mango here called apple mangoes, I think because of their rounder shape and partially red coloration, are especially wonderful- amazingly sweet and delicious. Of course, it also helps that these fruits are grown here and can be picked ripe and juicy. I also had a pizza at a little place near our camp and it was amazingly good- fresh tomatoes and a thin, flavorful crust.
The best of all possible worlds...fresh fruit and pizza. Yum!

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And now it is Tuesday- back to the pre-school center in Kibera to see the children and the grandmothers. I'm taking fewer and fewer photos as the days pass, not because there is nothing new to see- indeed, my senses are overloaded with images- but because I would rather be IN the scene, IN the moment, than to stand back and view it through the camera's lens. Weird, perhaps, but that's the way it is. Seeing many more beggars here in Nairobi than in either Mwanza or Kigali- though street children are plentiful everywhere...how is it, I wonder, that as a species, we have such little regard for the world's children? that it is somehow okay that millions of orphans don't know from where their next meal will come? that exploitation by unscrupulous people is common? that these young ones are used and abused and, perhaps worst of all, are robbed of all hope for a future? I am so very happy that the Nyanya Project is changing that for at least a few children and their grandmothers...painting a picture of hope and possibility where before there had been only bleakness. One child at a time...one day at a time...tiny little baby steps, adding up to a giant step forward...and its name is HOPE.



Sunday, July 11, 2010

Meet the Wildebeest!

Our home-away-from-home here in Nairobi is the Wildebeest Camp, an amazingly welcoming place run by a wonderful couple from Australia, Fiona and Alan, their 2-year-old son, Oliver, and their great staff. Accomodations here are located within a secure walled compound and include camping on the grounds, garden tents, and dorm beds, something for every budget. There is internet access, a lovely garden, and a gazebo with TV (for watching things like tonight's World Cup final!) Last night, 27 young people from Amsterdam descended, on their way to a service project in Tanzania, and there blossomed a city of tents in the middle of the compound overnight, only to have them break camp early this morning and head out.

There are people here from so many countries: Germany, Canada, Denmark, Australia, England, Spain. In fact, I just had a great conversation with Marc, a young fashion designer and entrepreneur from Barcelona who has a store in Kigali and is now opening one in Nairobi- Mille Collines (check out his website http://www.millecollines.es/) Tonight, we're having a "barby" in honor of the World Cup final, which promises to be great fun. All in all, a truly incredible place to stay- affordable, hospitable, with an international flavor.

Up in the Air...the Road Ahead

The journey- so glad I came...
but what am I going to do
with all this? and where, oh where
will it lead?

Divine One, I open myself
to you- your guiding, your leading,
your intention, your inspiration...
The road ahead is totally and truly
obscure, the future remains a
huge question mark...
          ?
Feels like I'm walking in the darkness
right now- yet I am not afraid, but
am finding the "night" a soothing,
restoring, comforting time.

Grant me daring, O Holy One.
Grant me peace. Fill me with a
willingness to follow wherever
the path leads.
Grant me a courageous heart,
a determined spirit, an open &
creative mind...may my watchwords
continue to be Wisdom, Courage,
Strength.
         LET IT BE SO.


Saturday, July 10, 2010

Animal Crackers...

Back in Nairobi...back to the traffic...back to the pollution...back to the over-crowding...back to the never-ending odor of burning garbage. For those of you who complain about traffic, you have absolutely no idea of what traffic really is! No such thing as staying in lane...cars zig and zag in and out of traffic lanes, move out into traffic with no regard for "right-of-way", and signal lights seem to have no meaning whatsoever. Our driver, Julius, is totally calm and collected about it, while I am sometimes gasping and hanging on for dear life, fully expecting a bus or car or truck to end up in my lap. But enough about traffic...
    
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We went to the Baby Elephant rescue center today, which was an absolute delight! Because of ivory poaching, as well as because of the extreme drought here for about 3 years, many babies have been orphaned. When a baby elephant is found alone, or found next to a dead mother, the rangers rescue them and bring them to the center, where they are fed and cared for and kept for a couple of years, at which time they are slowly and gradually acclimated to become part of a herd once again in the Kenya National Park. Most of the elephants at the center right now are females, ranging in age from 4 months to nearly 2 years. The keepers are with them for 24 hours a day for the first year, until they can swallow solid food and during this entire year, they are bottle fed. While we were there, one of the more mischievous in the group overturned a water barrel, creating a muddy mess in which the whole group immediately rolled. What glorious fun they were having! Made me think of human children. And a good time was had by all.





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Then there was the giraffe center...with many, many, MANY people eager to feed them- some of them, I'm sad to say, very "ugly", rude Americans. After being pushed and shoved and jostled, I went down to the ground to enjoy the view from there, which was far more pleasant. I adore giraffes- such beauty and grace...and those long black tongues are just amazing! All in all, a lovely day.

And now it's almost time to head to bed...nearly 9:15 here, though for most of you it's early afternoon. Good night...tomorrow it's to the Masai market and the pre-school center once again.