Being back is awesome. I missed my family and friends dearly. I missed American food (the variety afforded, the fact that I can get sushi, or thai, or italian, or mexican all in one block of eachother.) I missed a secure, mostly trsutworthy government. I missed water that was safe to drink. I missed fitting in.
I miss the Kenyans... I miss the matatus, jumping on and off. I miss playing with those kids and talking to those social workers. I miss being away from the hustle and bustle of American life... I miss doing things every day, meeting amazing people... I should just go DO that more often here. I miss the passion of those who gather to worship, and the fierceness of their prayers.
God taught me so much about His character through the Kenyan culture, I learned a lot about myself, and I got a chance to see what He is doing in the slums of Mathare Valley. This summer has changed different perceptions I had, both of myself, of God's character, of Kenya and of poverty. Yet, it also confirmed many truths: God is HUGE. God is compassionate. God provides. Loving people changes lives. American's have more than they realize and forget it every day.
I don't know how this summer will change my life, but I'm excited to see the work God has done in me.
I love you all. Thank you for your prayers and your support. Thank you for reading this and encouraging me in many different ways.
God bless!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Winding Down
I said good bye to my kids in 4 Red. It was pretty rough... I cried, they cried, we hugged. It was so sad... but driving away from Joska, I realized that I would see them again, if not Sunday to preach there, then in the next few years, if not on this earth, then in Heaven. That was kind of cool, and reminded me how cool God is. I did end up preaching there, too. I taught on Colossians 3:12-16, how our faith calls us to live differently than the world, to love one another as Christ loves us. It was really cool to get the chance to. When I showed up in the chapel, there was a dance party going on, and most of them were MY kids! It was so cool to hug them and see them again, even after we had said our good byes. We left Joska pretty quick, and I told them no crying this time, and that I would be back one day. I hope and pray I can return to Kenya, especially Joska. I love those kids. I realized that I was making an impact when I got letters from all of 4 Red yesterday. They thanked me for spending time with them, for playing football and giving them sweets, and being their American friend. Many wrote verses, and even thanked me for teaching them about Jesus and telling them Bible stories. That was so amazing and touching. They will miss me, and I them.
As for other things, I've been on a few home visits this past week. I went back to Mathare North with Vitalis. (ps: shift isnt working, might give up on caps all together). Anyway, i went back and saw susan. she is the one who is hiv positive with the 4 kids and 4 grandkids, not to mention she is caring for her sister's daughter, because her sister passed. she has been a real inspiration to me. it is odd how a woman i have only met twice has become, in some ways, a mentor. she is just so happy to know jesus christ, and believes that no matter what, she can rejoice in him. it is so awesome.
this week we are doing a vacation bible school for the nursery, pre unit and class 1s at pangani center. it was fun today for sure, i was in charge of a group of 54 kids... it was a bit tiring, but the people leading the different stations - snacks, lesson, crafts, sports, songs - did wonderfully. it was cool to play with the kids today, more fun than i had thought. it is sort of sad that my last week is vbs, but it has actually been really cool to hang out and work with the other interns, since normally it is just grace and i in soc work.
i can't believe it is almost over... but i guess the same God who sent me here is sending me back. in that sense, i am actually really excited. before i came here, and even when i first got here, i wanted to get out of america. i wanted to get out of school. i wanted to do something tangible... and, rather than confirming international missions, this trip has shown me something i've always known to be true, but not "true for me"... and that is: your mission is wherever you are! it has been cool though, to see that well... yeah, i like it here... but i miss my community at mudd and scripps a ton. also, it is nice to be here, but i miss a lot more about america than i thought i ever would actually. and, of course, i miss family and friends. i am excited to be home for three weeks. i am excited for campus ministry. i am even excited about classics! crazy, huh?
so, i will enjoy my time here, and i will be sad to go... but i know that God has a plan for me, and each moment is truly a blessing, if i would just open up my darn eyes! :D
god bless each and every one of you for reading this thing! I will post something when i get back to fully explain MOHI's organization... but i dont think i can ever explain, or even sum up, what this summer has been for me. it has been remarkably eye-opening and life changing, but life goes on. See you all (hopefully) soon!
I love you!
As for other things, I've been on a few home visits this past week. I went back to Mathare North with Vitalis. (ps: shift isnt working, might give up on caps all together). Anyway, i went back and saw susan. she is the one who is hiv positive with the 4 kids and 4 grandkids, not to mention she is caring for her sister's daughter, because her sister passed. she has been a real inspiration to me. it is odd how a woman i have only met twice has become, in some ways, a mentor. she is just so happy to know jesus christ, and believes that no matter what, she can rejoice in him. it is so awesome.
this week we are doing a vacation bible school for the nursery, pre unit and class 1s at pangani center. it was fun today for sure, i was in charge of a group of 54 kids... it was a bit tiring, but the people leading the different stations - snacks, lesson, crafts, sports, songs - did wonderfully. it was cool to play with the kids today, more fun than i had thought. it is sort of sad that my last week is vbs, but it has actually been really cool to hang out and work with the other interns, since normally it is just grace and i in soc work.
i can't believe it is almost over... but i guess the same God who sent me here is sending me back. in that sense, i am actually really excited. before i came here, and even when i first got here, i wanted to get out of america. i wanted to get out of school. i wanted to do something tangible... and, rather than confirming international missions, this trip has shown me something i've always known to be true, but not "true for me"... and that is: your mission is wherever you are! it has been cool though, to see that well... yeah, i like it here... but i miss my community at mudd and scripps a ton. also, it is nice to be here, but i miss a lot more about america than i thought i ever would actually. and, of course, i miss family and friends. i am excited to be home for three weeks. i am excited for campus ministry. i am even excited about classics! crazy, huh?
so, i will enjoy my time here, and i will be sad to go... but i know that God has a plan for me, and each moment is truly a blessing, if i would just open up my darn eyes! :D
god bless each and every one of you for reading this thing! I will post something when i get back to fully explain MOHI's organization... but i dont think i can ever explain, or even sum up, what this summer has been for me. it has been remarkably eye-opening and life changing, but life goes on. See you all (hopefully) soon!
I love you!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Birthday in Kenya
My birthday was wonderful :) Thank you to everyone who sent their birthday wishes! It meant a lot and truly made my day! I got the cards too! I love you all and I miss you!
The past week seems to have flown by, now closing in on our last two. However, I know that each day holds something for me, so I will be living in the moment as best I can! I'll be going to Joska this week again to stay the night. I might also be preaching there on Sunday too. I have no clue what on yet, but God will give me the words I hope and pray (and you can pray too!).
As I work here longer, doing more and more, my thoughts run together and I can't seem to sort through everything well enough to write a coherent explanation of how I am doing, what I have been seeing, and what I have been thinking about. I am daily overwhelmed by all that I see, the poverty, the disease, and yet encouraged by Christ and the joy on the faces of His people here in Kenya. Each day I have a new struggle on being with a group of 17 people I do not know, yet each day I find something new to be grateful for in them, and some new conviction within myself. Each day I miss home and yet I do not want to leave Kenya. Each day I feel so alone, yet I know Christ will never forsake me, and that I have the greatest support system ever! Each day I experience a million things, yet I cannot find words to describe them. Each day my heart breaks a million times, yet the punctured hands of Christ puts it back together, making it stronger and greater and more compassionate than before.
One thing I can expand on is how grateful I am for MSCF/IV. I have realized that not all Christian communities look like that, loves like that. It challenges me to work harder, to serve more, when I get back. It makes me see how blessed I am, and how blessed I want everyone else part of IV to feel. So, thank you so much, each and every one of you, for your love and support, your encouragement and friendship. I love you guys :)
Well, I am off to town to buy things for William. Take care! Much love! God bless!
The past week seems to have flown by, now closing in on our last two. However, I know that each day holds something for me, so I will be living in the moment as best I can! I'll be going to Joska this week again to stay the night. I might also be preaching there on Sunday too. I have no clue what on yet, but God will give me the words I hope and pray (and you can pray too!).
As I work here longer, doing more and more, my thoughts run together and I can't seem to sort through everything well enough to write a coherent explanation of how I am doing, what I have been seeing, and what I have been thinking about. I am daily overwhelmed by all that I see, the poverty, the disease, and yet encouraged by Christ and the joy on the faces of His people here in Kenya. Each day I have a new struggle on being with a group of 17 people I do not know, yet each day I find something new to be grateful for in them, and some new conviction within myself. Each day I miss home and yet I do not want to leave Kenya. Each day I feel so alone, yet I know Christ will never forsake me, and that I have the greatest support system ever! Each day I experience a million things, yet I cannot find words to describe them. Each day my heart breaks a million times, yet the punctured hands of Christ puts it back together, making it stronger and greater and more compassionate than before.
One thing I can expand on is how grateful I am for MSCF/IV. I have realized that not all Christian communities look like that, loves like that. It challenges me to work harder, to serve more, when I get back. It makes me see how blessed I am, and how blessed I want everyone else part of IV to feel. So, thank you so much, each and every one of you, for your love and support, your encouragement and friendship. I love you guys :)
Well, I am off to town to buy things for William. Take care! Much love! God bless!
Monday, July 6, 2009
God is Good :)
Independence Day:
My Saturday started out well enough, went to work. It was very slow in the social work office… Saturdays tend to be. It was nice, though, to get some time to relax and rest. A kitten found its way into our office from outside. Raphael decided to give it the leftover avocado… that cat ate faster than anything I’ve ever seen. It was weird, though, watching a kitten eat. Something about its scrawniness hit me. I think the animals only escalate the poverty situation in Mathare. Seeing sickly cows, chickens eating trash, goats with deformations, starving cats, and practically dead dogs adds to the scenery of garbage, shanties, sewage and infested water, hungry children playing in the mud, most of them shoeless and with torn clothing… all of these things overwhelm the senses as you inhale the polluted air and smell the waste. Despite all of this, though, I have found more joy in one child here than in entire churches and communities back home. The gratefulness on their faces as they play within Pangani’s walls astounds me every day, or the children at Madoya running around, or at Joska playing football. Anyway, it seems funny that one cat makes me feel so deeply, but some of the sights and smells from Mathare are burned into my mind, and because I can be so introspective, my “deep” emotions are practically worn on my sleeve.
We left the office and went home to rest a bit before the barbeque. I slept for a good two hours before heading to the guys’ house. It was quite calm until the Kenyans showed up, then the party got going. I swear, watching Shadrack (from education), or Paul (BDS) jump on the trampoline was fantastic! By far, the best part was Julius though. He couldn’t do it, and I think he was actually afraid to try to be honest. Eric got the burgers going, and we had pasta salad, potato salad, brownies, chocolate chip cookies (a delicacy here as chocolate chips are non-existent!) and ice cream! Doug bought a fire work (with nine-teen parts) which we launched at Roselin school. It was awesome to share a bit of our culture with the Kenyans. I really enjoyed it, though I missed home more than I thought I would.
Sunday:
AWESOME. We had a really good debrief. For the first time, I felt like the ridiculous length was meaningful! It may have been 2.5-3 hours, but our team really made headway in desiring to be unified, in bringing up issues, and in coming together to share in our experiences a bit more deeply than before. I am amazed that even here, I catch myself feeling alone at times (or perhaps, especially here). But, after last night, God gave me a renewed sense of joy with my community. I felt at peace around them all for the first time, and I can tell that things will only get better these next few weeks. Looking around the room, I had the sense of “these really are my brothers and sisters in Christ, why haven’t I been able to see it?” So that was cool. Also, in the midst of my loneliness, I felt God said in that moment “Brianna, why do you think I can be the God of Mathare, loving and caring for them, and not your God as well? I am not simply everyone else’s God, but yours.” It was a good reminder of God’s love for me, despite how small, insignificant, and sinful I may be, He loves and cares for me, for all of us. It was truly amazing.
Monday, July 6th
Today is another calm day in the office doing data entry, but a very good one at that. As I am still sick, I am enjoying the chance to sit and rest inside. This morning, as I listened to worship music on our drive in the Matatu, “Sister” by Storyside B came on, and the line “Close your eyes, realize, you are exactly where you’re supposed to be, can’t you see” stuck in my head. It took on a new meaning here. Now, it is able to confirm, in a very simple way, that I am supposed to be here. Sitting in the middle of the Matatu, with most of my team surrounding me, I realized just how right it is that I am here. God called me to Kenya to see Him in the faces of these people, and I do. He called me here to grow me cross-culturally, and I am. He called me out of my comfort zone, which He did, but also to show me that He is my comforter, and I know that He is. He brought me to a relational, unhurried culture to grow in those spiritual disciplines, and I love them! He is growing me and changing me. He is growing my spiritual gifts in so many awesome ways, some I have seen, some I will not see until I am back in the States. Bottom line, God is faithful! The last song that played on my ipod was “All for you” by Phil Wickham. I was reminded that all that I do, even here, is for Christ. I am not here to work or to make friends… I am here to grow closer to my Savior, and in doing so, those other things will take care of themselves, for when I get closer to Christ, I can do nothing but serve, learn, and love.
Will write more soon!!! God bless!
Friday, July 3, 2009
My Night at Joska
Wow. (Favorite Kenyan phrase :) ... but seriously, WOW).
Joska is amazing! When I knew I would be going, the day seemed to take forever, although I thoroughly enjoyed my conversations with Kara as we sorted letter materials for the children. (Soon, they will be writing their sponsors update letters! Exciting, huh?!) Still, I just wanted to GET there. Erich, Eric, Kara and I went to Joska with Wallace.
When we arrived, my heart lept. I would get to see 4 Red, and William for the first time since I sponsored him! We pulled in, and where we park is just behind 4 Red's class. They all saw me and began to shout "Brianna! Brianna!" It was wonderful to see their smiling faces. I calmly had to tell them to get back to their school work, that I would have all night to spend time with them because I was staying the night! We met Rebecca, the lovely social worker who lives at Joska. She showed us to our rooms, after taking chai of course! Wallace went to go look at the progress of the new dorm they are making at Joska (a cement one with a solid foundation, rather than the wood and metal short-term ones they have now). Kenyan hospitality continues to astound me. Kara and I went into our room to see two beds, already made, and water bottles, tooth brushes, and special face soap sitting on the chairs. It was wonderful. I then went to see 4 Red class. When I explained, yet again, that I would be staying the night, they were ecstatic... then again, the more it sunk in, so was I! I then walked around the grounds, taking pictures as all the kids played football, volleyball, and other things, after school got out. It was wonderful to run and play with them and take pictures. I finally found William, and the kids said he wanted to talk to me. So, the two of us walked around the grounds. He said that he got my letter, that it had made him so happy. Seeing the thankfulness on his face was enough for me. I knew that, hearing him talk about it, God put us together for a reason. As we talked, he told me what he did on his midterm break, and asked me other questions about my weekend. Soon it was time for chapel, and the two of us sat together but one of the teachers made me move to sit at the front.
During chapel, when we were praying aloud (as is the Kenyan way), I prayed that God would keep hold of all of these children, and that if even one went astry, He would pursue them. God quickly reminded me "these are my sheep, Brianna. Be their shepherd" and I was moved with an overwhelming sense of compassion for these kids, my eyes began to water. It sounds like such a simple thing, but hearing the low rumble, like far off thunder, or buzzing bees, or running water all combined, which is caused by the prayers of five hundred children out loud... you would cry and smile too. It was amazing. I also wanted to get up and talk to them, to them how I felt... little did I know that I'd get my chance. Wallace had us all get up to talk to the kids. It was funny, because he asked if they knew our names, and the first thing many said was "BRIANNA!" Once again, the love of children just blows me away. Anyway, we each talked about ourselves and what we want to do. I told them that I want to do some form of youth ministry, not sure what that entails yet (10 year olds? college age? social work? missionary? counsellor? who knows!). And I explained that things may change (circumstances, dreams) but that God is constant, and that Jesus Christ loves them so much. It was cool to share that love out loud, to tell them that He is there for them no matter what they may be going through. Later, Wallace gave them a chance to ask us questions. They asked very deep ones: why did your dreams change? what was the hardest thing you went through during your school years? and what do you do when you were about to give up on life? I answered the latter.
I was, yet again, able to share about Christ's love. Little did I know that was all I had to offer when I stood up in front of those kids. I could merely say that whenever I wanted to stop, or I felt like no one loved me, I had a Christian community who could send those lies far from me. I had a community to point out, and redirect me to, the love of Jesus. I was the son who thought "oh, maybe I should go back, do what is right... obey God's rules and be His servant..." and He ran out to meet me with more love than I will ever comprehend. So, I got to tell these kids that with that Love, and His power, they can do anything and everything they want to. They can pursue their dreams, knowing that no matter what happens, they have a Father who loves them unconditionally.
After that, we took dinner. After dinner, we hung out some more, Kara and I watched the dance team practice a native dance. They compete this Tuesday. Then, everyone went to bed. William was trying to stay up longer with me, but I told him to rest up for his studies, he'd need it! Kara and I went back and journalled, then we met up with the guys to look at stars... it was cloudy. But, they told scary stories. At one point, we were in the chapel, with the doors creeking in the wind, the sky dark grey, the moon peeking through the clouds... and the lights went out during the scariest part of Erich's story! We all ran out of the chapel, then laughed a bit and went back to our rooms. (good thing I had a flash light!). Kara and I stayed up late talking, and we both realized how funny it is that God put the two of us together - her being formerly home schooled, more conservative, at a Christian college, and me... the most liberal one here I think, school in the city, Women's Liberal Arts College... :D God is funny. We may disagree on certain things, but I find being around someone completely different oddly refreshing. It is as though I must rethink why I think what I do. I haven't really changed my mind any on the issues discussed, but I do find I can talk to someone with very different views without being frustrated (shout out to Alex, haha).
I woke up at 7 to the noise of cows, roosters, and the hustle and bustle of getting breakfast together, and staff getting ready for work. The students wake up at 5 am to be in class by 6... crazy, right?! We took breakfast, I dropped by my class on their break, then we went back to the office. I had a chance to talk to Rebecca more about William. She said he was so happy to receive my letter, which made me happy too. She told me that he has only been there since January of this year. He is a very hard working student. She also said that if he has trouble with something, an issue with peers or what have you, he goes to her very boldly. She said he does this for his fellows as well, if they are having a hard time. Hearing that made me admire him more. As probably the oldest one in that class, and as the older brother to a 12 year old sister, I could understand how he feels. He has a sense of responsibility about him, the way he carries himself. He is quiet and very respectful, but out going when it comes time to play. Still, I notice he is rather introspective (we have that in common).
The rest of the day went by quickly. Some filing, then lunch, then back in my class. I am working on remembering all of their names (28 in all I think). I gave out lollipops and said good - bye.
Joska is a wonderful place. Sometimes, I forget that kids can still be mean to eachother. One boy, Nelson, has been running away from homes on his breaks because there is no food. He lives in the streets and begs. At school, kids bully him and take things from him at times... please keep him on your heart. He is in my class. Pray that I would be able to talk to him and comfort him, that I could talk to William about looking out for Nelson more (if that is a safe thing to do) and that in the end, things would just turn around for Nelson. That God would provide for his mother, and that people's hearts towards him would change. He is a very nice, funny kid who has a special place in my heart from the beginning.
Today I stayed home to rest, as I am sick. I went to lunch at Java hut then bought souvenires at the Maasai market. Tomorrow is Soc work and 4th of July party :D and Sunday is church and dinner at people's houses.
Will write more soon! God bless!
Joska is amazing! When I knew I would be going, the day seemed to take forever, although I thoroughly enjoyed my conversations with Kara as we sorted letter materials for the children. (Soon, they will be writing their sponsors update letters! Exciting, huh?!) Still, I just wanted to GET there. Erich, Eric, Kara and I went to Joska with Wallace.
When we arrived, my heart lept. I would get to see 4 Red, and William for the first time since I sponsored him! We pulled in, and where we park is just behind 4 Red's class. They all saw me and began to shout "Brianna! Brianna!" It was wonderful to see their smiling faces. I calmly had to tell them to get back to their school work, that I would have all night to spend time with them because I was staying the night! We met Rebecca, the lovely social worker who lives at Joska. She showed us to our rooms, after taking chai of course! Wallace went to go look at the progress of the new dorm they are making at Joska (a cement one with a solid foundation, rather than the wood and metal short-term ones they have now). Kenyan hospitality continues to astound me. Kara and I went into our room to see two beds, already made, and water bottles, tooth brushes, and special face soap sitting on the chairs. It was wonderful. I then went to see 4 Red class. When I explained, yet again, that I would be staying the night, they were ecstatic... then again, the more it sunk in, so was I! I then walked around the grounds, taking pictures as all the kids played football, volleyball, and other things, after school got out. It was wonderful to run and play with them and take pictures. I finally found William, and the kids said he wanted to talk to me. So, the two of us walked around the grounds. He said that he got my letter, that it had made him so happy. Seeing the thankfulness on his face was enough for me. I knew that, hearing him talk about it, God put us together for a reason. As we talked, he told me what he did on his midterm break, and asked me other questions about my weekend. Soon it was time for chapel, and the two of us sat together but one of the teachers made me move to sit at the front.
During chapel, when we were praying aloud (as is the Kenyan way), I prayed that God would keep hold of all of these children, and that if even one went astry, He would pursue them. God quickly reminded me "these are my sheep, Brianna. Be their shepherd" and I was moved with an overwhelming sense of compassion for these kids, my eyes began to water. It sounds like such a simple thing, but hearing the low rumble, like far off thunder, or buzzing bees, or running water all combined, which is caused by the prayers of five hundred children out loud... you would cry and smile too. It was amazing. I also wanted to get up and talk to them, to them how I felt... little did I know that I'd get my chance. Wallace had us all get up to talk to the kids. It was funny, because he asked if they knew our names, and the first thing many said was "BRIANNA!" Once again, the love of children just blows me away. Anyway, we each talked about ourselves and what we want to do. I told them that I want to do some form of youth ministry, not sure what that entails yet (10 year olds? college age? social work? missionary? counsellor? who knows!). And I explained that things may change (circumstances, dreams) but that God is constant, and that Jesus Christ loves them so much. It was cool to share that love out loud, to tell them that He is there for them no matter what they may be going through. Later, Wallace gave them a chance to ask us questions. They asked very deep ones: why did your dreams change? what was the hardest thing you went through during your school years? and what do you do when you were about to give up on life? I answered the latter.
I was, yet again, able to share about Christ's love. Little did I know that was all I had to offer when I stood up in front of those kids. I could merely say that whenever I wanted to stop, or I felt like no one loved me, I had a Christian community who could send those lies far from me. I had a community to point out, and redirect me to, the love of Jesus. I was the son who thought "oh, maybe I should go back, do what is right... obey God's rules and be His servant..." and He ran out to meet me with more love than I will ever comprehend. So, I got to tell these kids that with that Love, and His power, they can do anything and everything they want to. They can pursue their dreams, knowing that no matter what happens, they have a Father who loves them unconditionally.
After that, we took dinner. After dinner, we hung out some more, Kara and I watched the dance team practice a native dance. They compete this Tuesday. Then, everyone went to bed. William was trying to stay up longer with me, but I told him to rest up for his studies, he'd need it! Kara and I went back and journalled, then we met up with the guys to look at stars... it was cloudy. But, they told scary stories. At one point, we were in the chapel, with the doors creeking in the wind, the sky dark grey, the moon peeking through the clouds... and the lights went out during the scariest part of Erich's story! We all ran out of the chapel, then laughed a bit and went back to our rooms. (good thing I had a flash light!). Kara and I stayed up late talking, and we both realized how funny it is that God put the two of us together - her being formerly home schooled, more conservative, at a Christian college, and me... the most liberal one here I think, school in the city, Women's Liberal Arts College... :D God is funny. We may disagree on certain things, but I find being around someone completely different oddly refreshing. It is as though I must rethink why I think what I do. I haven't really changed my mind any on the issues discussed, but I do find I can talk to someone with very different views without being frustrated (shout out to Alex, haha).
I woke up at 7 to the noise of cows, roosters, and the hustle and bustle of getting breakfast together, and staff getting ready for work. The students wake up at 5 am to be in class by 6... crazy, right?! We took breakfast, I dropped by my class on their break, then we went back to the office. I had a chance to talk to Rebecca more about William. She said he was so happy to receive my letter, which made me happy too. She told me that he has only been there since January of this year. He is a very hard working student. She also said that if he has trouble with something, an issue with peers or what have you, he goes to her very boldly. She said he does this for his fellows as well, if they are having a hard time. Hearing that made me admire him more. As probably the oldest one in that class, and as the older brother to a 12 year old sister, I could understand how he feels. He has a sense of responsibility about him, the way he carries himself. He is quiet and very respectful, but out going when it comes time to play. Still, I notice he is rather introspective (we have that in common).
The rest of the day went by quickly. Some filing, then lunch, then back in my class. I am working on remembering all of their names (28 in all I think). I gave out lollipops and said good - bye.
Joska is a wonderful place. Sometimes, I forget that kids can still be mean to eachother. One boy, Nelson, has been running away from homes on his breaks because there is no food. He lives in the streets and begs. At school, kids bully him and take things from him at times... please keep him on your heart. He is in my class. Pray that I would be able to talk to him and comfort him, that I could talk to William about looking out for Nelson more (if that is a safe thing to do) and that in the end, things would just turn around for Nelson. That God would provide for his mother, and that people's hearts towards him would change. He is a very nice, funny kid who has a special place in my heart from the beginning.
Today I stayed home to rest, as I am sick. I went to lunch at Java hut then bought souvenires at the Maasai market. Tomorrow is Soc work and 4th of July party :D and Sunday is church and dinner at people's houses.
Will write more soon! God bless!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
July Begins... "It's Official!" and "Dinner!" featured
6-24-09
It's Official!
I am now the sponsor of William Wambui in 4 Red at Joska :D I wrote him a letter so that he would receive his first ever sponsor letter Monday, when all of the students get their letters! I am so stoked! I can't wait to see him soon!
6-28-09
Dinner!
We ate dinner at Raphael's home Sunday night! I was delicious (sweet, as the Kenyans say). Kara, Stephen, Eric, Erich, Grace and I went over a little after three o'clock. We showed up at his flat to find Isaac and Rebecca also there, as well as Isaac's wife Christine, and Raphael's friend Sarah. I was so happy that Becky and Isaac were there too, a mini-social work party! We got there early so that we could help prepare the food with Rebecca (she definitely did all the cooking, Raphael helped a bit, hah). We ate fried chicken, mashed potatoes (woah, sounds American), pea stew, pine apple with carrots, chipotis, and fruit salad with mangoes, bananas and avocados. Helping prepare the food was almost as fun as eating it! I peeled potatoes, onions and fruits, as well as grated carrots and assisted, very momentarily, with making chipotis. Turns out, Becky is the only one with the hands to make chipotis. You poor oil onto a pan, then lay the dough on it, and spin. The spinning part starts to burn because Kenyans simply use their hands, no utensils! Peeling and cutting was also interesting as Kenyans dont use cutting boards, they just use their hands and a knife (and hopefully the two don't cross each-other's path...). I know that the fruit salad sounds interesting with avos, but it was my favorite thing, which is definitely saying something! It was so sweet! The avos actually gave the mango and banana a very interesting, delicious flavor. We took home left over salad to make smoothies with at home :) Going to Raphael's was awesome, I loved it, for the food, the company, and eating with my hands.
Speaking of smoothies... one little tid-bit about Kenyan culture: they drink HOT stuff ALL THE TIME. They practically refuse to drink anything cold. If you give them room-temp, or slightly cooler water (not iced, mind you) they act as though their tonsils will come out... some even say they will! They drink hot chai, hot coffee, hot cocoa, even hot water! They don't even acknowledge the existence of iced tea or frozen smoothies (smoothies, to them, means blended juice... as in, fresh juice made with a blender... hah).
6-29-09
Mathare North
Went to Mathare North with Vitalis today. We had a wonderful time. It was the first time that I actually felt like a real social worker. We went into a woman's home, named Susan, who lives with her 4 children and 4 grand-children. She knew enough English that I could fill out the papers and ask her the questions. She was such an amazing woman! I asked Vitalis if she was born-again (before I realized she knew English) and she nodded so much, smiley broadly, before explaining to me her love of Jesus Christ. I felt so blessed to be in that home to talk to her. One granddaughter, Cecilia, was there. I say beside her the entire time, holding my arm around her. She is 4 years old, with hearing and vision problems that are undiagnosed. Susan is HIV positive. It was really awesome to pray with her and to encourage her. After that visit, Vitalis said "You are so good" and to be honest, I felt really good about the visit... but not because I said anything particularly good or clever... but rather because God gave me the words to say, and Susan spoke English well enough for me to communicate with her, one on one. Also, I prayed for healing of Cecilia's eyes. Please pray for her, Susan, and all of the children there. I know they will be a light in Mathare if they have half the faith Susan does!
6-30-09
Kiamaiko Center
I went with Elser to Kiamaiko today. This school is less than 2 months old, with 180 students. We spent all morning trying to track down around 10 students who were recruited, but have never shown up. We found two girls from the area who showed us around and helped us find out where the children lived/ why they weren't at school yet. We must have gone into twenty or some odd homes. I know the area pretty well :) Kiamaiko is cleaner, with more irrigation, than Village 1. It also has a large Muslim/arab population for a slum, with many mosques, and a lot of goats. Apparently, herding is the main source of income for the area. Goats and sheep. Baaah! Anywho... it was cool to see a different center two days in a row. I really enjoyed Kiamaiko, and a Muslim woman asked me to pray for her, that God would provide. I think I said Jesus about 5 times in that prayer, and didn't know until afterwards that she was Muslim... but hey, she asked me to :)
I felt, walking from Kiamaiko to Madoya to get on a Matatu, like I wanted to just be a local. I want to walk around Mathare with everyone else, going in and out of shops, getting my hair done, buying a chipoti on the side of the road, hopping in and out of Matatus, visiting friends in their homes... as though I lived here. Yet, because of the color of my skin, I will never be looked at as anything but a rich, powerful mzungu... even if I am a broke college student with no connections to a lot of money, or power, or influence... I want to belong and I can't. Even if I lived here for years and years, I am different. They see me as different. Those I meet on the street get excited when I know very basic Kiswahili... even if all I can say is "habari ya kazi?" Anyway, it passes with time... for now, I can pretend like I'm becoming a knowledgeable visitor rather than simply a tourist. I can pretend like when I come back, I'll be fluent in Kiswahili. I can pretend that, with time, my whiteness won't be so apparent, or so strong a division. I can, to some degree, adapt and belong. I don't think kids will ever stop calling me "mzungu" and grabbing my hand to see if I feel different...
7-1-09
Worked at Pangani doing paperwork... STAYING THE NIGHT AT JOSKA!!!
Will DEFINITELY write more soon :D God bless!
It's Official!
I am now the sponsor of William Wambui in 4 Red at Joska :D I wrote him a letter so that he would receive his first ever sponsor letter Monday, when all of the students get their letters! I am so stoked! I can't wait to see him soon!
6-28-09
Dinner!
We ate dinner at Raphael's home Sunday night! I was delicious (sweet, as the Kenyans say). Kara, Stephen, Eric, Erich, Grace and I went over a little after three o'clock. We showed up at his flat to find Isaac and Rebecca also there, as well as Isaac's wife Christine, and Raphael's friend Sarah. I was so happy that Becky and Isaac were there too, a mini-social work party! We got there early so that we could help prepare the food with Rebecca (she definitely did all the cooking, Raphael helped a bit, hah). We ate fried chicken, mashed potatoes (woah, sounds American), pea stew, pine apple with carrots, chipotis, and fruit salad with mangoes, bananas and avocados. Helping prepare the food was almost as fun as eating it! I peeled potatoes, onions and fruits, as well as grated carrots and assisted, very momentarily, with making chipotis. Turns out, Becky is the only one with the hands to make chipotis. You poor oil onto a pan, then lay the dough on it, and spin. The spinning part starts to burn because Kenyans simply use their hands, no utensils! Peeling and cutting was also interesting as Kenyans dont use cutting boards, they just use their hands and a knife (and hopefully the two don't cross each-other's path...). I know that the fruit salad sounds interesting with avos, but it was my favorite thing, which is definitely saying something! It was so sweet! The avos actually gave the mango and banana a very interesting, delicious flavor. We took home left over salad to make smoothies with at home :) Going to Raphael's was awesome, I loved it, for the food, the company, and eating with my hands.
Speaking of smoothies... one little tid-bit about Kenyan culture: they drink HOT stuff ALL THE TIME. They practically refuse to drink anything cold. If you give them room-temp, or slightly cooler water (not iced, mind you) they act as though their tonsils will come out... some even say they will! They drink hot chai, hot coffee, hot cocoa, even hot water! They don't even acknowledge the existence of iced tea or frozen smoothies (smoothies, to them, means blended juice... as in, fresh juice made with a blender... hah).
6-29-09
Mathare North
Went to Mathare North with Vitalis today. We had a wonderful time. It was the first time that I actually felt like a real social worker. We went into a woman's home, named Susan, who lives with her 4 children and 4 grand-children. She knew enough English that I could fill out the papers and ask her the questions. She was such an amazing woman! I asked Vitalis if she was born-again (before I realized she knew English) and she nodded so much, smiley broadly, before explaining to me her love of Jesus Christ. I felt so blessed to be in that home to talk to her. One granddaughter, Cecilia, was there. I say beside her the entire time, holding my arm around her. She is 4 years old, with hearing and vision problems that are undiagnosed. Susan is HIV positive. It was really awesome to pray with her and to encourage her. After that visit, Vitalis said "You are so good" and to be honest, I felt really good about the visit... but not because I said anything particularly good or clever... but rather because God gave me the words to say, and Susan spoke English well enough for me to communicate with her, one on one. Also, I prayed for healing of Cecilia's eyes. Please pray for her, Susan, and all of the children there. I know they will be a light in Mathare if they have half the faith Susan does!
6-30-09
Kiamaiko Center
I went with Elser to Kiamaiko today. This school is less than 2 months old, with 180 students. We spent all morning trying to track down around 10 students who were recruited, but have never shown up. We found two girls from the area who showed us around and helped us find out where the children lived/ why they weren't at school yet. We must have gone into twenty or some odd homes. I know the area pretty well :) Kiamaiko is cleaner, with more irrigation, than Village 1. It also has a large Muslim/arab population for a slum, with many mosques, and a lot of goats. Apparently, herding is the main source of income for the area. Goats and sheep. Baaah! Anywho... it was cool to see a different center two days in a row. I really enjoyed Kiamaiko, and a Muslim woman asked me to pray for her, that God would provide. I think I said Jesus about 5 times in that prayer, and didn't know until afterwards that she was Muslim... but hey, she asked me to :)
I felt, walking from Kiamaiko to Madoya to get on a Matatu, like I wanted to just be a local. I want to walk around Mathare with everyone else, going in and out of shops, getting my hair done, buying a chipoti on the side of the road, hopping in and out of Matatus, visiting friends in their homes... as though I lived here. Yet, because of the color of my skin, I will never be looked at as anything but a rich, powerful mzungu... even if I am a broke college student with no connections to a lot of money, or power, or influence... I want to belong and I can't. Even if I lived here for years and years, I am different. They see me as different. Those I meet on the street get excited when I know very basic Kiswahili... even if all I can say is "habari ya kazi?" Anyway, it passes with time... for now, I can pretend like I'm becoming a knowledgeable visitor rather than simply a tourist. I can pretend like when I come back, I'll be fluent in Kiswahili. I can pretend that, with time, my whiteness won't be so apparent, or so strong a division. I can, to some degree, adapt and belong. I don't think kids will ever stop calling me "mzungu" and grabbing my hand to see if I feel different...
7-1-09
Worked at Pangani doing paperwork... STAYING THE NIGHT AT JOSKA!!!
Will DEFINITELY write more soon :D God bless!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Quick update
We went to Joska for church on Sunday. It was really amazing! I loved it so much. The worship service was wonderful, it was entirely a student choir. Baracka was up there dancing and clapping with his class mates, which was especially cool to see. I kept looking back to Evans in the crowd, until finally I felt God telling me to call him up to sit with me or else I wasn't going to focus. I felt ashamed at first, but then I felt as though God was comforting me "I want you two to have your time together, worshiping me together." I felt much better as I waved him over. He seemed oddly upset or unhappy. I tried to ask how he was, but like any Kenyan child he responded "fine." I wrote to him on a piece of paper "I'm sorry I didn't come yesterday" (Isaac, Joska SW had said we would go). He seemed to lighten up after that. I felt better, and continued to worship our amazing LORD.
After, Andy Ross (a visitor from the States teaching the SW prayer healing) gave the message. Then a skit and more singing. Overall, it was very good and fun. After that, I went to my 4 Red class. I have adopted (more or less) all 28 students. I plan to keep up with them when I leave, to send them gifts, and... sponsor one of them. His name is William. At Joska, I ate lunch with the other Americans, then went to my 4 Red class. The students, knowing I was there, had set out food for me! They had rationed their plates that I might eat with them. When I tried to explain I already ate, they wouldn't have it. They handed it to me, gave me a chair to sit in and a spoon, and went back to their own lunches. After looking around the room, noticing 99% of the class was eating with their hands, I set down my spoon and joined them. It was so much fun and a wonderful experience. After that, they saw me more as one of their own, and less as the white visitor they might have the two times before.
I asked the teacher if I could take them, and we all went out to play football until the American missions team needed them to teach them how to brush their teeth. Playing ball was good, I got to talk to the girls in 4 Red more. They are so funny! They were already asking me when I would be back (after this summer, meaning, next time I return to Kenya!) They didn't realize I would be here for so much longer, so when I told them I had 6 weeks or so, they were so happy. They continued to ask me to bring pictures of myself for them. Once they said that, a boy named William said I should give him one too, so I need to get some developed for everyone.
William and I got to talk some too. We were on the same team, so after we'd double team some one, or the ball was on the other side of the field, he came over and talked to me. He told me I was his first American friend, sort of like an American sister. I really enjoyed talking to him. After my class went to get flouride put on (it is universal that kids hate the stuff!), we went into the classroom and talked more. Evans, Jon, Francis, Margaret, Mary, and William asked me lots of questions about myself, and about America.
When we did have to go, they all asked when they could see me next. I told them I would be in Pangani for their midterm break (which starts tomorrow!!!) so they could come see me in the office. They all said they would, although William can't cuz he lives near Joska. He walked me out to the Matatu. I got to talk to him a bit more, and shook his hand. He looked so sad to say good bye. It was breaking my heart, and thinking about when I have to leave for real was too much.
William had asked me to be his sponsor during out football game. I didn't feel awkward when he said it though, it seemed fine. The other night, when I was praying about it, he came to mind again, followed by the verse in James (1:27 I think) about true faith being visiting orphans and widows in trouble.
William is an orphan who lives with a guardian near Joska. He is fifteen (yes, in class/grade 4), and is adorable. I love him. So, I am talking to Isaac and Mary about sponsoring him :)!!!!
Today we are finishing the emotional prayer healing, I can talk about that later/ another time. I can say that I have an overwhelming sense to see my sister Miranda afterwards. I really miss her now!!! And my mom, Mic, and Ryan. But, I will definitely enjoy what I am doing here!!
Will write more soon!
God bless!!!
After, Andy Ross (a visitor from the States teaching the SW prayer healing) gave the message. Then a skit and more singing. Overall, it was very good and fun. After that, I went to my 4 Red class. I have adopted (more or less) all 28 students. I plan to keep up with them when I leave, to send them gifts, and... sponsor one of them. His name is William. At Joska, I ate lunch with the other Americans, then went to my 4 Red class. The students, knowing I was there, had set out food for me! They had rationed their plates that I might eat with them. When I tried to explain I already ate, they wouldn't have it. They handed it to me, gave me a chair to sit in and a spoon, and went back to their own lunches. After looking around the room, noticing 99% of the class was eating with their hands, I set down my spoon and joined them. It was so much fun and a wonderful experience. After that, they saw me more as one of their own, and less as the white visitor they might have the two times before.
I asked the teacher if I could take them, and we all went out to play football until the American missions team needed them to teach them how to brush their teeth. Playing ball was good, I got to talk to the girls in 4 Red more. They are so funny! They were already asking me when I would be back (after this summer, meaning, next time I return to Kenya!) They didn't realize I would be here for so much longer, so when I told them I had 6 weeks or so, they were so happy. They continued to ask me to bring pictures of myself for them. Once they said that, a boy named William said I should give him one too, so I need to get some developed for everyone.
William and I got to talk some too. We were on the same team, so after we'd double team some one, or the ball was on the other side of the field, he came over and talked to me. He told me I was his first American friend, sort of like an American sister. I really enjoyed talking to him. After my class went to get flouride put on (it is universal that kids hate the stuff!), we went into the classroom and talked more. Evans, Jon, Francis, Margaret, Mary, and William asked me lots of questions about myself, and about America.
When we did have to go, they all asked when they could see me next. I told them I would be in Pangani for their midterm break (which starts tomorrow!!!) so they could come see me in the office. They all said they would, although William can't cuz he lives near Joska. He walked me out to the Matatu. I got to talk to him a bit more, and shook his hand. He looked so sad to say good bye. It was breaking my heart, and thinking about when I have to leave for real was too much.
William had asked me to be his sponsor during out football game. I didn't feel awkward when he said it though, it seemed fine. The other night, when I was praying about it, he came to mind again, followed by the verse in James (1:27 I think) about true faith being visiting orphans and widows in trouble.
William is an orphan who lives with a guardian near Joska. He is fifteen (yes, in class/grade 4), and is adorable. I love him. So, I am talking to Isaac and Mary about sponsoring him :)!!!!
Today we are finishing the emotional prayer healing, I can talk about that later/ another time. I can say that I have an overwhelming sense to see my sister Miranda afterwards. I really miss her now!!! And my mom, Mic, and Ryan. But, I will definitely enjoy what I am doing here!!
Will write more soon!
God bless!!!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)