Back to Kenya

 We arrived last night safe and sound with all of our bags.  In itself that is a small miracle.  The trip was hectic, with short layovers and very long security lines in London, but we made it.  Joel from Made in the Streets and Mauryn picked us up from the airport.  The drive to Kamulu at night has been my first view of Kenya every time I have travelled here.  This time it seemed very familiar.  Gone is the feeling of differentness; this is another home for me now.

This morning we got to spend a few minutes with Jay and Remy before they went to school, then we saw the Coulstons before we drove into Nairobi for a Nakumat run.  (Yes, I drove.  No one died.)  The new bypass highways around Nairobi make getting out of the city a lot quicker.  Even with the Village Market diversion, we were out of Nairobi faster than I have ever been.

We drove on to visit our fiends at the Kikitemo feeding station.  No longer internally displaced persons, they are now landowners and their generosity combined with yours has resulted in the construction of our newest feeding station.  The buildings are nearing completion, with some finishing work and the floor still needed in the Dining Hall, and the Kitchen is only waiting on the mortar to dry in the new stoves.  They are excellent stoves that will save us a lot of fuel cooking for the orphans and widows.  The new cho was just ready to use, and Susie got to be the very first one.  They used a kikoi (big scarf) for a door since the wooden ones were not on yet, but she was fine. 

The Kikitemo residents had relocated their structures to their new plots and were already busy clearing ground for planting.  The man from GEMA, a tribal organization, came by to see the progress.  He noticed our vehicle and just stopped in.  He helped the Kikitemos purchase this land and was happy to see so much progress.  When we met the first time he seemed a little skeptical that we would actually build what we said we would, but today he quipped, “You weren’t joking, where you?”  I told him we never joke about saving orphans and widows.

The drive out to Kericho was beautiful.  The rains are just ending, we got a little shower but not much, and the country is colored so many shades of green it’s hard to describe.  Coming from brown and dusty Midland, green looks awful good.  Susie got some amazing pics shooting from the window as we navigated the world’s longest detour, arriving at Kericho at sunset.

(Picassa Web Albums are messed up, again.  Go to either my or the KWO Facebook Page to see the pics.)

Tomorrow we go on to the training institute to make sure all is ready for our medical team next week.  If you are reading this guys, get ready for an amazing time.  This place is beautiful and there is much work to be done.