The last three weeks have been exhausting as we awaited the arrival of the wheelchair consignment from the UK. The container reached Mombasa at the end of February and we immediately hit problems with clearing customs. Our hearts lurched each and every time Revd. Evelyn’s ring tone echoed down the corridors of the CBR centre.
Whilst we waited, holding our breath, we had the bi-monthly doctors’ clinic and identified lots more people in desperate need of our container’s contents.
Oh how we prayed!
Finally, we heard that we had been cleared to go and that the container was on a lorry wending its way from Mombasa up to the North Rift, climbing steadily from sea level to 2150 metres- it’s some journey and many lorries don’t make it so we were very relieved when the driver called to say he had reached Eldoret.
After a few shenanigans getting the lorry into the compound we were finally able to unload the consignment which is now safely locked up awaiting the distribution in May.
We ate a celebratory beef stew together in the centre kitchen and we laughed a lot.