At the Airport

So here we sit I the Nairobi airport waiting for our flight to be called. We're ready to go home. Today we worshiped again at Kamulu, and really enjoyed the service. Their singing style is much more youth-group devo than GCR auditorium. They all sang, clapped, danced, held hands, and generally acted like a group with strong unity. Very cool. There was this one song they sung that had phrases like "if you love the Lord, dance like a Kenyan," or "…like a Lao (a tribe)," they added the line "…like a muzungu (white person)." They all laughed at our blank looks; I caught it, but the Creechs and Seth hadn't heard the term before. Larry Conway preached, he is originally from Odessa and now works at the tip of the spear, sharing the gospel with the street kids in Eastliegh slum.

After worship we finally got to eat the Kenyan staple meal, ugali and skuma. Ugali is maize corn, ground into meal, and boiled until it has a firm, past like consistency. Skuma is what we call kale, boiled with spices. You eat it with your hands, rolling the ugali into a ball and scooping up the skuma. It was surprisingly good. Mauryn does it better than the orphanages that we had it at last year.

Everyone tried it, (all these folks have been great travelers), and Seth said he really liked it.

After lunch we toured the Made in the Streets compound and saw the vocational training building that was recently completed, named for Connor Brown. We took pictures, and looked around, but not too long, since we had to pack. And pack we did. The trip into the airport was uneventful, and we bid farewell to our faithful guide, and all around great person, Francis Mbuvi.

And here we sit, waiting for our flight. This is the fastest internet I have had, so I'm catching up on American news. So that's the trip!

Hope you enjoyed my meager commentary, thanks for all your interest.

Tim