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Meeting the God that Dwells in Food

4/19/2013

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God comes to the hungry in the form of food. Mahatma Gandhi

I am in Kenya to get a sense of the culture of the Kenyan Unitarian Universalists, but that is not best done through worship attendance. To know the power of their vision, I am exploring their social justice projects. In Kitengela, one ministry is food.

The traditional staple food of many African countries is a cornmeal (posho) mush called in Swahili ugali. It is eaten combined with sukuma wiki (literally "stretch the week") which can be collards or kale but is often walking stick cabbage. You mix the two together and eat them with your fingers. I guess the closest thing we have to this back home is greens and cornbread.

Familiar with the necessity of this staple food, the Kitengela congregation is serving their community throughout the entire cycle. They have a bit of farmland in the Central Rift Valley where they hire local unemployed people to help them with planting and harvesting maize. The kernels come to the city to a small rented room where they have installed one of three posho mills which they are purchasing on credit. There a local woman who belongs to the church is given meaningful employment grinding the maize into meal and selling it inexpensively to the neighbors. The congregation provides cornmeal to its poorest members. Ruai Congregation also has a posho mill in operation in another part of Nairobi metro area.

When the loud posho mill is turned on, women and children come immediately with little containers to buy the meal. Local chickens also hang around to get the gleanings when the maize is hand sifted in a frame providing excellent and free chicken feed.

This is such an enviable project and a good idea of what congregational development means in the Kenyan context. It is not about worship buildings and paid ministry. It is about well thought out and well executed public service. In Kitengela, they would love to go from 10 acres to 20 on their farm and to be able to rent other spaces for the two additional mills that they are purchasing. Their ambition is for their neighbors to be fed, healthy and employed.

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Wish You Were Here!!

4/17/2013

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It has been a few days since I posted an update, and I promise more later but here's the skinny. April is the rainy (and less expensive) season to visit Kenya, so I expected some rain. I arrived to and would find no power at my adorable garden cottage. After 24 hours in airplanes and airports, I rolled the taxi window down and nearly hung my head out into the cool Friday night rain. Yes, driving in Nairobi is everything you've ever heard and more.

These blackouts are just part of Nairobi life, and we've had 3 since I arrived including yesterday when I took a day for rest and reading. I've bought many great books by Kenyan authors since arriving. I'll post some about that later. If you do not have something by Ngugi wa Thiong'o, download or order something today. I started with his classic Weep Not, Child and have moved on to the more recent The Wizard of Crows. Don't read him because he's African; read him because he's marvelous.

Everyone that I've met has been wonderfully friendly and helpful. The picture above is of me touring Bomas of Africa with my driver Pius. This is a traditional Kikuyu hut, and he is of the Kikuyu. The sign says "Grandmother's Hut" which is what I am to most folks: Grandmother or Auntie or Mzungu (white person). A mzungu can draw children wherever she walks. Every once in awhile, someone calls me the old British colonial term memsahib which I find a bit embarrassing.

I've discovered that people from Louisiana are uniquely adapted to life in Africa. We are used to things being just a little bit worn out, and bugs in our room incite in us curiosity rather than fear. In my yard, I've been stalking green and blue butterflies and bothering William the gardener about all of the plants. There are at least fifty things blooming outside.

But the highlight of my trip was certainly visiting in the home of my good friend Victor Denis and being able to meet his wife Pauline, his daughter Michelle and his son Scofield. We walked through his neighborhood of Kitengela to church services with the Kitengela congregation. The hospitality as it is everywhere here was wonderful. We visited while folks gathered, had a service, a wonderful meal and some questions for me from the church elders and the many young adults who attended.

This was truly the post-post-modern church of which we have spoken. Over two dozen people about evenly divided between children and adults sat inside for the worship, while a collection of young women created the meal and talked quietly in the kitchen and almost a dozen more children and a few adults played in the courtyard. No one was hassled about being where they wanted to be on that fine bright Sunday morning. Even after the service, more people showed up for fellowship with a few arriving as late as 2 p.m. Today, I'm off to visit some of the outreach projects of this congregation. Yes, it's raining. For more pictures, keep your eye on my website.

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    The Rev. Susan M. Smith is a free-range Unitarian Universalist parish minister serving in Shreveport, LA.

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