The last two days have been a bit “challenging” as our Kenyan friends like to say. We’ve not run into any trouble, but this respiratory infection (I guess) has really slowed me down. We arrived at Ndhiwa Monday evening in tome for evening devotion, unfortunately I could not stop coughing long enough to properly encourage the kids. The smoke from the wood burning stove cooking the orphans dinner was hitting me just right. They were all quite concerned, I’m sure some of them thought the old mzungu was dying right in front of them! I slept pretty well though, and Tuesday morning we drove over to Grace House.
The road to this place is very bad, but Angton did fine and we didn’t get stuck. Actually, to call it a road is being very generous; there are places where two cows can’t pass each other. Yeah LandCruiser! Grace House is pretty new, and Joseph, the manager, is doing a good job of keeping it that way. He is a very kind and patient man from what I can tell, and very happy to be taking care of these kids. He’s one of our unsung heroes in this work, the manager who quietly tends his flock of orphans while trying to make a living from the land nearby. The little support that we send him is certainly not enough for his many headaches. Imagine being father to 60 kids of every age in the middle of nowhere. There will be stars in his crown, I can tell you.
We stayed through lunch, and I was able to speak for a few minutes before the coughing and wheezing took over me. I hate being sick. We drove back to Ndhiwa and after a two hour nap, I felt a lot better. I was able to encourage the kids at evening devotion, and I think it went really well.
This morning I was even better, and we drove over to Manning Orphanage. The road there was very dusty, however and by the time we got there I was feeling rough again. We did stay through lunch, and I got to meet the new kids at Immanuel Feeding Station, which recently opened here. Many of them came home for lunch, along with the orphanage kids. They seem to be adjusting to each other just fine.
After we left, Angton decided to take a different road that the one we always use to see if it was shorter. Kenyans don’t really use maps, I’m sure most printed maps wouldn’t have most of these roads anyway. Sometimes the only way to know where a road goes is to drive it. Unfortunately, this one went the wrong way for a long time. By the time I figured out what he was doing, we had already gone 20 minutes in the wrong direction. I was really feeling the dust, so I think I was a bit cross with him, OK I know I was, but I think he forgave me. We managed to get back to the tarmac road ok eventually.
We stopped to see our friends at Kisac Soapstone and check on the medals and trophies for Kick for Kenya. They are almost done and look really good. We will pick them up on Saturday. For now we are in Kisii, at The Dados enjoying the 3G internet. After many days of very slow, it’s refreshing for a geek like me. Like some people crave the mountain air, so I crave the broadband! Tomorrow, back to the VTC for prepare for my Friday meetings. Be Blessed!
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