Each day here begins with the fresh breeze that slowly, as the day
progresses, gives way to dust, heat and lethargy as the heat of the day
sets. The people, birds and animals move more slowly and then, as the
sun sets, the breeze comes up again and the dull heat of the afternoon
subsides. The moon rises above the river, the stars come out and the
river, frogs and cicadas are the only sounds that remain.
Yesterday the water in the Ewaso Nyero North was high and then, after a
few hours, almost dry. This morning it is high again and I am told that
is because of the rains in Nakuru - so many miles away and the other
side of Mt. Kenya really. Although I would like to sleep with my door
open to get a full view of the moon shining on the river, a lion from
across the way keeps me from doing so. Three days ago, being too old to
chase gazelles, she hunted and devoured a Samburu man who was drunk on
the local brew. His pain was no doubt numbed by his intoxication. The
lion is being sought out now and I am reminded of my father's tale of being
hunted while hunting a cattle killing lioness - the motion of slapping at mosquitoes scaring the lioness away.
Although much of Kenya is westernized (relatively) there continues to be
a larger number of people who follow the traditional culture. The
Samburu and the Maasai continue to have numerous children with various
wives while, at the same time, wanting education for all of them - an
impossible feat. One man I met had 13 siblings from his mother but
his father had 5 wives. He had a total of 45 siblings. I told him that
was a village not a family! The five wives were all at one
time!
How can you educate that many people? But family is important and
so the older siblings or cousins educate the younger ones by paying fees
for secondary school, and often times, not getting an education
themselves. I think over the past couple of months I have learned more than a year
at school. Among other things it has become very clear how vital it is to adjust to my surroundings and that learning from
others through observation and shared experience is enriching.
I can see a difference in your writing from when you first got there, the adjusting to the surroundings has taken a life of its own.
ReplyDeleteI get transported when I come here.
Thank you!