Sunday, April 24, 2016

It Doesn't Come Off!


Saturday, March 12, 2016 It has been an exhausting week with long days and temperatures in the 90’s. When the natives complain that is too hot you know it must really be hot!  I’ve been told that in this type of heat when a snake tries to cross the road he will curl and then spring into the air so that he doesn’t have to touch the hot sand.  I’ve never seen them coil and spring and I’m ok with that :)

The surprise of the week is our hard working crew left without any communication.  They all disappeared and are not answering their cell phones. It seems a man on a motorbike made a visit while they were working. The conversation was short and he left.  They left too a day later!  We’ve come to the conclusion that we must have been a fill in job until their boss had work again.

We hired a new crew and their specialty is mason work which we have a lot of it to do!  I’m at the work site from morning to night every day to make sure things go smoothly and correctly.  We don’t need any short cuts and we want things “level!”  The workers have to be watched steady.  Just when you think they understand and you relax a bit they return to their old ways.  I hear comments from the workers like; I’ve never seen a mama like this, Mama Linda is very strict!  Mazungu fundi! (White woman carpenter)  How did you know that?  Are you an engineer? One thing I’ve come to notice, if you were to stay you could teach the mama’s how to be fundis/carpenters.

As we walk to the shop at corner for a soda there are cows coming our way.  It’s not unusual to share the village road with cows or donkeys but this time we step into the bushes.  There is a mean black cow coming our way that is known to chase people. When I see the look of terror on the face of the mama walking with me I do exactly as I’m told.  The cows take their time and walk down the middle of the road while we stand still and quiet in the bushes.

We met with one of the village officials while we drank our warm soda and we are informed at how pleased the leaders are with the school that is being built. The hardships that the village people face make it difficult for their children to go to school.  HIV has hit this area hard and many children have lost one or both parents.  Taito is divided into two sections being section A and B.  One section is down by the main road and the other section is up in the hills where we work.  This section has 280 families and most of them are very poor and uneducated.

This area represents many different tribes living in the same area together.  While at the worksite the director of the school shares some of the tribal ways with me. He tells me of a friend’s grandfather who had 72 “good wives.”  The definition of a good wife means she stays at home. 

The man’s status in the village was determined by the number of wives.  Having many wives was important as a man with many wives made a powerful leader.  He looked strong to those within the village. Having children was extremely important to the woman and the man. A woman with a lot of children would not be liked by the other women as they would become jealous and bitter enemies. Having a large number of wives and many children was extremely important but going to school was not even a consideration.

When a wife has a child she does not stay with her husband for two years.  When it is time for the husband to return to his wife the child will take food to his father. This is a sign and an invitation for him to return.  In the period of being apart for two years he will marry another wife.

The director, from the Kisii tribe, is now a Christian but as a child he was brought up to worship the mountains and the sun. When you had a problem in your life it meant you had done something to upset your forefathers and the problem would not go away unless you made them happy. This meant there had to be a visit to the witch doctor. He tells of times when the witch doctor would swing a dead chicken around his head to sanctify him.  There were also times when his body was cut with a razor and a mixture of herbs prescribed by the witch doctor would be poured into the open wound.

He remembers an uncle that would kill an animal and put the meat on his body.  He would then walk a long distance to please the gods.  Then the meat would be eaten.
He was the first in his family to accept Jesus into his heart, later his brothers followed and his mother too!  They now worship the creator and not creation.  

The hills are peppered with such beliefs and customs and people are reluctant to let go of what their family and tribe has been doing and believing for generations.

There over 42 tribes in Kenya and their languages, cultures and beliefs are very different.  Some worship the sea while others worship the mountains, rivers, cows or Sycamore trees.

The Caligen tribe worships the cows, Kikuyu mountains and Sycamore trees, Luo ancestral spirits and they will spit toward the sunrise and sunset when they pray. There are so many more tribes each with their own beliefs.
The days are extremely hot and the sun chases us around until we find some shade. The umbrella that I carry with me becomes useful even though it is not raining. The children have a break around 10 when they are served porridge and then another around 1 when it is time for lunch.  The few minutes we have to play toss brings a lot of joy into their day.    
After running and being in the sun it feels good to sit on the ground and rest a bit.  They surround me and study me intently. My hair is touched, my earrings are twisted round and round and then someone gets brave.  I sense fear as someone quickly touches my leg and pulls away. When they look in their hand I see a surprised look as my white skin did not wipe off!

The teacher holds the bell in her hand and rings it back and forth.  It’s time to leave the playground and return to class. The children quickly respond and run toward the door but before they enter they make a turn and head out back to the latrine.  Somewhere along the way the ringing of the bell has taken on a new meaning.  To the children it means it is time for a latrine break instead of its time for class :)
Some of the children have missed a few days of school this week because of a death in the hills. A young mama was giving birth to her first child and died. Without the money for transportation and medical fees children are usually delivered at home.
The classrooms are shaping up fast.  The floors have been leveled and good soil has been brought in.  They have been compressed by pounding them over and over again. A solution has been poured into the soil to discourage the termites and then finally a layer of plastic has been put down.   

 The first layer of concrete has been poured and some of the walls are being plastered.
Others are doing the framing for the placement of the doors and windows. We are excited to see each part of the building come together.
 As we set our window frames in place so that we can admire them we realize that some of the windows open the wrong way.  There is also a problem with the doors as the iron frame does not have the holes to permit the nails to go into the wooden frame. The doors and windows that need to be corrected are tied on the back of a motorbike and sent for repair.  There are always little surprises throughout the day that take more time and more patience.


It’s the dry season and our demand on the well has been too much. The words “the well is dry” wasn’t what anyone wanted to hear in the midst of pouring concrete.   

The neighbor’s punda/donkey comes to our rescue though and keeps the water coming throughout the day. The river isn’t too far away and makes it possible for us to finish.

Nehemiah 4:6…..the people worked with all their heart.

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