The evening after the visit to Kiambaa David writes:
“But there was one more encounter in store for me. After supper- Rose made chapatis, which were delicious -although swallowing is very painful, especially at the start of any meal- we sat and talked about family stuff and the Nandi language.
Eventually I asked her some questions which she could not answer, and she then referred me to her friend Patrick, who seems to pop round from time to time.
And then I met him, and a more humble and gentle man it would be hard to find.
He is softly spoken and his work is to look after disabled children and rescue them from the caves and back rooms where their parents hide them, treating them as dogs or worse, because they are ashamed of them, or fearful of curses, or of others’ ridicule. Patrick was himself rejected after his father remarried, and vowed to God that he would never allow other children to feel what he then felt. He has been doing this for 20 years, has adopted many, and organises rescue with the help of social services and the church. He shone as he spoke to me.
He has even been arrested by the police because the parents have reported him as a child stealer, but he smiled beautifully as he recounted this, and added that he has many friends. Further, having shown the police where the parents kept the child, the askaris said to him, “We’re sorry, we arrested the wrong man!”
So, what a lovely contrast with this morning’s experience to end the day!”
Patrick inspires us. Who inspires you? We’d love to know.
One of the things that David did during his recent trip to Kenya was to visit the massacre site at Kiambaa. It was a profoundly disturbing and moving experience and he wrote this poem afterwards:
Mourning’s devotions, Morning’s death.
On the morning of 1st January 2008, near Eldoret, approximately 70 people were hacked or burned to death around and in a mud church where they sought refuge. No one is certain of the numbers, but the victims included a wheelchair user, and many women and children. A discarded woman’s shoe, a burnt handbag, some wooden markers and a femur remain.
David has recently returned from a trip to Africa. Whilst he was there he sent daily email updates back to Liza in the UK. Here is one of them……
“I forgot to tell you about the fun and games I had en route from Ndola to Eldoret. I was assured by a helpful counter clerk at Ndola that she could arrange for my luggage to be put straight on board the Jetlink flight to Eldoret, so that I wouldn’t have to retrieve the same from the baggage reclaim belt. I was dubious and laid it on thick but she was adamant. Upon arrival at Nairobi something didn’t feel right so I went and enquired at the Transfers desk, where they told me no such thing was possible as my onward flight was domestic. I never did discover whether it was also a problem to do this when switching from one airline to another.
I duly hung around Baggage reclaim for over an hour, and nothing appeared so after nearly another hour of footling I finally got to the Baggage and Hotels Inquiry desk where my smiles were rewarded by some good help. By then, I had figured out that the helpful (but geographically-challenged) Ndola clerk probably thought that Eldoret was outside Kenya, and that I was therefore continuing on an international flight. The Kenyan desk clerk agreed, and set about successfully locating my luggage which was of course indeed marked for onward transfer to Eldoret. None of the Baggage handlers had known what to do with it, so it had just been put down somewhere.
Several things stand out in this story. One was that I had plenty of time between flights, so didn’t need to get anxious, and kept cool, thus getting the best out of all the Kenyan staff, who more often than not get harangued by overwrought and fatigued travellers. I certainly witnessed some of that. Secondly, that calm bred thoughts that provided an explanation and thus helped find a solution as getting ansty with clerks is counter-productive.
On the other end of the scale, some of my dollars were so old that they were not accepted, when tendered to the visa clerk, to my consternation. Thank God I had some KShillings, so as to get my second visa to get in. I was so startled that this time I didn’t handle it well with a rather unpleasant clerk, but I just got my anxiety under control in time. Not that he was very clear at first as to the nature of the problem. The best response seems to be, (smile) “So we have a problem, what can I/we do about it?”
One last point that will send shivers up your spine. Having nowhere else to go and nothing better to do, I went through to the Jetlink counter at domestic immediately after my luggage was recovered. Which was just as well for two reasons. First, there was a very slow queue, for no obvious reason. Secondly, when we left nearly an hour early, I thought how good it was I had been there so early as I had no idea that just because they were full, they could leave before time. Only then did I (duh!) realise that there is one hours difference between Zambia and Kenya. And because I was uncharacteristically early in boarding I made the flight.”
The man clearly shouldn’t be allowed to travel alone……
Thirty years in the waiting, thirty years in the making…but at long last we are bound for Africa. We have been accepted as mission partners in training with CMS and we will be leaving for Eldoret, Kenya in early December. We will be joining a community based project which has been started by the Anglican church in that province and which is working in civic education and peace and reconciliation.
There is a lot to do before we go: David is completing his MA in Restorative Justice, we are finishing the work on our new house here in Chichester and Liza will be going to New Zealand in November for the birth of our next grandchild. We will also be spending time with family and friends in the UK as we prepare for this new era.
So we invite you to come with us and we hope you enjoy the journey.