Around the Village We Go

Last night Kendall and I both went to bed super early. It was just after 6pm here.  She was sick all day and I started to not feel well later in the day.  Just when you think that your going to have an amazing long sleep this really loud church going music comes on that can be heard through out the village.  I am kind of wondering if I am losing my mind, in a weird dream or what the heck is happening cause first off how is there even speakers so big, plugged to what? so that an entire village can hear this?  It went on ALL NIGHT and ALL DAY today.  Apparently, it was some annual religious crusade.  There was some man that has created some cult following where people are suppose to wear sacs and can’t do their hair and women have to wear really long skirts… he is like our Tammy Faye Baker or Benny Hinn’s of North America.  He was making his way out to this village today or at least some of his top leaders were so they started a 24 hour vigil for him.  Now,  am not talking light some candles and humm some nice tunes. No way, I am talking roll out the massive generators, bring in the biggest speakers and a microphone and sing so loud the devil will run for his life.  After managing it through the night, the preaching started at 10am and the yelling screaming cast out the sins and miracles are happening, alleluias people can walk again kind of preaching and we could hear it from all over the village, all day!!! by 1:00 we were absolutely insane. Pamela and Marsha had gone over at one point just to get a good laugh.  We had to laugh at the fact these honchos came in the convoy of vehicles through the village to get here. just ridiculous. it finally stopped around 6:00pm silence.  and after the tithing I have to say the poor probably got a lot poorer and we were sure there were absolutely no miracles.  Never a dull moment though.

We had a really busy day trying to get as much done as we could.  We are only here another day before we head back to Nairobi.  So we had to finish our home visits for sponsored kids, hand out the many shoes we bought for the village kids, hand out soccer balls and treat the jigga family with the medicine we bought.

We started by organizing all the stuff we were handing out.  Then we separated it to bags so that when can plan our route and be able to come back and pick stuff up.  Walking to houses here is literally like walking through gardens, houses, trees, farms and just ending up in the right hut.  It’s crazy how you have to find someone without a road and just a navigation of north south east and west. walk, walk walk walk, walk and it super hot here to make the village trotting harder.  We started at Charity’s house.  Charity is by far the smartest girl at school and I know I had mentioned her in my past blog a few days ago. Well amazingly she has been picked up for sponsorship the last few days through my blog.  Her house was by far the worst one we have seen.  I was completely shocked, and really I don’t know why.  just cause she is smart doesn’t mean she was going to be living in some upper class hut.  I guess I just felt so sorry for her circumstances.  They don’t even own the place they live in. It’s basically considered living in the market. or the market ramshakles, kind of like the lowest of the lows even to poor standards here.  They rent this awful place.  The roof was practically caving in and a wall falling down.  When we explained to her mother that Charity will be looked after and an education provided for her, as usual no circus fan fare but you can see her face tear up in shock.  I told her mother, you really need to know that Charity is by far without doubt the smartest girl in the entire orphange school and to please, please, please make sure nothing happens to her. That her sponsorship funds are there to make sure she stays healthy and that highschool and university are within her reach. Charity wants to be a lawyer and I am sure that she will succeed.

Charity's home

Charity’s home

We made special purchases for our 14 kids in counting.  So we went over to their house and gave every single person a pair of new shoes, soap, and gave all the kids a soccer ball. People started showing up and I had no idea who was who and gave some man shoes because I thought he was the Dad,  Francis was like no he doesn’t live here, and so he literally had to tear the shoes off the mans feet cause the man refused to give the shoes back.  Apparently, the man was a little drunk and Francis was calling him drunk.  It was a little comical but also a little disturbing. We could have probably given him shoes after but because he was so rude… no shoes for you!  How pathetically and emotionally ridiculous.

14 kids in counting all get new shoes and soccer balls

14 kids in counting all get new shoes and soccer balls

As we begin to walk to the next house, now we are starting to get a following… people want us to come to their house… and how bout me… why not us… uh oh.. this may not have been the brightest idea the mazungus had.  So we had to make a couple of detours through trees, streams, and farms and visits other houses, we did bring enough stuff so that we cold just give things out as we go.  As one lady was taking us to her house she happened to step on a snake and that freaked everyone out! not cause it was a snake but snakes are frowned upon as extremely evil, its a bible thing. Francis kept saying gee that snake was really rude, throughout the day.  Lol well, I thought it was quite calm for being stepped on and then photographed.

the rude snake

the rude snake

Once we get to this ladies house, we get swarmed with all kinds of women and their kids… they all wanted photos and gifts.

a crowd gatheres

a crowd gathers

As we walk further, this really old man comes running for us.  I am talking old, 89 to be exact.  He came to fetch us because he wanted us to come see his home too.  this man is looking after at least 10 orphans none of which are related to him.  He is a retired school teacher that had 13 kids of his own, all of which have died except for one that lives in nairobi and he can’t even remember his name.  He was the sweetest man I ever met.  He made it clear to us he was born June 7, 1925.  His wife died in December after 64 years of marriage and her grave was nice and fresh right in his yard.  We gave the kids a soccer all and they kept kicking it and it would roll onto the big pile of sand where the grave was and it was like grandma was still here playing soccer.  His name was Joelle.  Retired from teaching 30 years ago but talked about his education very proudly.  When he invited us in he changed his shirt to a dress shirt and I swear he was the cutest thing ever.  S=He had a picture of him and his wife on the wall and he was very proud.  He said that when he dies he just will leave his land to any relatives that come to fight for it.  He basically didn’t care to go through the hassle of finalizing his deeds.  It was all kind of sad and I said to Kendall, gee you spend 64 years with someone, have 13 kids, all have since died, you have one left and don’t know him, you raise all these orphans, your wife dies, she’s right there buries in the yard… all this for what? what is the meaning to all this.  But he loved those orphans dearly and kept calling them his grandchildren and how all he wants is to see kids get educated in Africa.  I couldn’t agree more.  That his land means nothing.  But his life dedicated to helping these kids was everything.  Now, I am sure if we can get one of these kids sponsored he would give us the circus fan fare we were looking for lol!

89 year old man with his guardian children

89 year old man with his guardian children

dressed for company

dressed for company

playing with their new ball

playing with their new ball

We then made our way over to the jigga flea infested house.  We bought enough medicine to be able to treat the family for two weeks. We were dreading going there cause we didn’t know how bad it would be.  Let me say, that the feet on these kids were so gross.  Even the mother had jiggas.  When we got there the mother spoke pretty good english, she came right over and told us to come in.  We didn’t want to go in because we were waiting for Francis, he had run back home cause we forgot the soap we were giving them.  She gave us a speech about this being Africa and Africa has a big poverty problem.  No way really, you don’t say??? and how everyone need financial aid.  She basically thought we were coming to help financially and me and Kendal were like ummmm we came with jigga treatment that’s about it.  Well needless to say they did appreciate it.  We did the first treatment on the one boy from the school, we mixed the hydrogen peroxide with the required water and when he stepped into it, it was like alka seltzer sizzling from his toes, where the toes were infected they went completely white! and they were literally sizzling. OMG I don’t know how we didn’t puke on the spot.  but I can say, you could see it working.  Now hopefully they stick to the treatment for everyone over the next week and maybe we will have cured them of jggas!  we only stayed for the first treatment cause Francis didn’t want us to catch the fleas with everyone around us.  We went home and scrubbed our feet big time!!

waiting for the first jigga treatment to be done

waiting for the first jigga treatment to be done

 

before treatment

before treatment

 

during treatment - see the white toes burning off jiggas

during treatment – see the white toes burning off jiggas in the mix

 

voila! 1st of 14 treatments to go... a little better

voila! 1st of 14 treatments to go… a little better

While, I have been here we have had random pregnant ladies show up at the house for prenatal check ups.  I have been doing due date estimates for them, checking the heart rate of the babies, feeling for head down positions and making sure there were no breech issues and of course giving out birth kits.  Kendall makes a joke about it now saying… and would you like a prenatal exam with your peanut butter and jam sandwhich (usually the ladies are here at 7am and wait for me to wake up which is not till 8:30am most days, so they just hand outside) crazy! but hey, it’s Africa what else is there to do?  So, as we were walking home form the jigga treatment this lady came out from this smokey tiny tiny hut, and she was sick.  She had a spontaneous miscarriage yesterday cause she had malaria and she was sick.  First off why are you cooking in your 2×2 hut with charcoal? I told him she had to get to the clinic because she had to make sure there was a full miscarriage or she could die.  She was 18 years old.  I felt her for a fever but she seemed ok.  She said she did go to the clinic and they said she was fine.  But she clearly was not fine. I didn’t know what we could do for her.  I just told Francis please tell her to go again.

So now, we go back home, have tea and prepare to take the motorbikes to our next home visit for a sponsored child.  This child Ruth is my most favorite child here.  I just love her smile, her personality and everything about her.  She was the face I never forgot from the last time I was here.  There is something about this girl that just tugs at my heart and makes me just want to hug her all day.  She is the ONE thing that stay with me for my whole life.  Her face in my head.  and just writing this and thinking about leaving her makes me so ill with sadness.  I just want to bring her home.  Ruth lives about a 15 minute motorbike away and she walks everyday with her sisters. Almost 1.5 hours to school and then again home. And the one thing about her is she is always always always at school!  her older sister is the one that doesn’t like to walk and barely comes.  She also had two other adorable sisters that come to school and a few smaller siblings that don’t.  they live alone with their mother. They lived in this old hut that they rented and one day a few months ago the landlord threw them out on the street and put up a brick wall.  This other man gave them a room in his unused hut in his vacant yard to rent.  This place was so small for all of them it was beyond sad that my little Ruth lived this way and yet she has a smile that forever sits in my head.  Ruth has been picked up for sponsorship in the last few days an I couldn’t be more overjoyed! I was so excited to be able to tell her and her mother.  Now, I will always and forever be connected to her and be able to guarantee her quality of life.  With that said I still don’t want to leave her behind when I go. 🙁

My bestest friend Ruth

My bestest friend Ruth

Ruth's family

Ruth’s family

Where Ruth's mother cooks

Where Ruth’s mother cooks

arriving with the news of sponsorship and gifts

arriving with the news of sponsorship and gifts

Coming back we still had two more home visits to do but it started to rain.  I was kind of relieved, I was exhausted!  Kendall decides now is the time to start her coffee project at 4pm.  She sends Francis out to hunt for the raw beans. And sure enough he comes back with a massive tray.  Now they sit down her, francis, Matchuma and grandmas cousin to gruelling task of hammering the 1 million beans, pulling out the green coffee bean inside for her to take home and roast and make coffee.  Have fun with that…. This was a joy to Kendall because she works as a Franchise rep for Tim Horton’s.  She gave all her coffee helpers Tim Hortons shirts that she had brought to donate and they loved them!  They have no clue what Tim Horton’s is!  With that I take a nap!

 

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