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.