18 June 2008

A Typical Day in My Life in Kenya

Every once in a while, one of you asks me what one of my typical days is like. The following summary will hopefully let you in on one such day. Perhaps you’ll choose to come along with me!


5:30am – The alarm on my phone wakes me; it’s “winter” here in Kenya right now and the mornings, evenings and nights are especially chilly; with no furnaces in the stone houses, it can easily drop down to 60° inside

5:40am – Knowing I have a full day ahead of me, I force myself to crawl out from under the warmth of my covers; I toast some multi-grain bread and cook tea for breakfast; as is my morning routine, I spend some time in the Word and read Oswald Chambers’ My Utmost for His Highest

7:30am – I head out the door, carrying a somewhat heavy box, and hail a matatu at the end of the driveway where I live; I awkwardly squeeze into the already crowded van with my box; as is becoming the norm, the matatu has a mounted video screen with an annoying and loud music DVD playing; I hold the box on my lap

7:40am – I alight at Karen shops and buy a newspaper from my usual street vendor; I walk a short distance to a stage and wait for a City Hoppa bus to “town” (downtown Nairobi)

7:55am – The bus comes and I board; compared to most any matatu, these buses tend to be a little more civilized in their manner; I luck out and am able to set the box on the floor; this forces some folks to have to step over it, but no one complains; I read some of the newspaper as we bounce along potholed Ngong Road

9:00am – Finally arriving in town; I alight on Kenyatta Avenue and walk to a cyber café on Standard Street, weaving my way through the terribly unorganized mass of humanity and vehicles; I am, of course, still carrying the heavy and awkward box; I quickly check my email; however, that plan is interrupted by a phone call; it’s Charles using a neighbor’s phone; he requests that I call back (so it’s my phone credit that’s being charged); I tell him I’ll call back in a few minutes

9:30am – I walk another fairly short distance, again weaving my way through the chaotic mass of humanity and vehicles, and still toting my box; I board another bus at the large and congested Ambassador Hotel stage (this time it’s a Double M bus); again I hold the box on my lap; I text Sammy that I’m just about to leave town; while I wait for the bus to fill with passengers, I call the number Charles had used; he tells me Agnes is quite sick and puts her on the phone; her weak voice is an indication of how serious her condition is; in fact, Agnes sincerely believes she may be dying; very conscious of the fact that everyone on the bus can hear my part of the conversation, I tell them I don’t have any money I can send for a hospital visit; I do reassure them that I’ll pray; immediately after we end the call, I send several text messages to folks (including to my church prayer chain) asking them to pray for her; the news of the gravity of her situation weighs heavy on my mind

9:50am – The bus is finally full and we pull away from the stage; as we go around the roundabout at Halle Salassie and Moi Ave, there’s a huge traffic jam and everything comes to a complete stop; I crane my neck and look out the window to see what might be the cause; I notice dozens of buses and matatus on all three lanes hurriedly jockeying around to change directions and escape by driving the wrong way on Halle Salassie; it’s very much a comical sight; my guess that it’s the Kenya Polytechnic students rioting once again is confirmed by the news later in the day (the students were protesting – by blocking traffic and throwing stones – over the accidental killing of one of their classmates by police); in many ways, it’s just another day in Nairobi; our driver has no choice but to opt for a different route out of town and continues to circle around the roundabout

10:15am – We make pretty good time out of the chaos of town and head down Jogoo Road; however, as we near the Donholm roundabout, we move at an absolute snail’s pace; I get a text from Sammy that he’s already at Steer’s (our meeting place); I text him back that I’m stuck in a jam but will be there shortly

10:30am – I alight and walk a short distance to the Steer’s hamburger joint; I give Sammy the box, (containing various kitchen items, which I’d been borrowing from them and their mom); we chat for a while as we enjoy some fresh fruit juice; I try to encourage him in the midst of his difficult circumstances

11:15am – Sammy heads on his way to town for a morning class; I stay put and finish reading my newspaper

11:45am – Again, I walk a short distance to a stage and board a noisy mini-bus to Bishop’s church; just after alighting, I purchase three whole cobs of roasted maize (the young man selling them is amazed that I would buy that much; his English isn’t so good, so another vendor selling sweets voluntarily assists us in the transaction); arriving at the church compound, I look for Linet in the church office; Richard and Henry are there discussing Scripture; they tell me I can find Linet in the kitchen; as she and I chat, waiting for Joe to arrive, we share a maize cob and also enjoy a cup of tea; smelling food, both Richard and Henry stop in for a piece of maize

12:15pm – Joe comes; I haven’t seen him for over four years! Linet offers Joe some tea and maize; later she serves us some rice and stewed meat and attends the “lunch-hour” service, leaving Joe and I alone; we’re seated in a poorly constructed room that sits between the church office and the tented sanctuary; while we eat, Joe tells me the heartbreaking tale of his life and also fills me in on the past four years that he’s been out of Nairobi; he also sadly explains that he’s contracted TB and is on the six-month treatment; the effects of the illness are readily apparent; we have an intense 2-hour conversation

2:20pm – I get the call I was expecting (from a relative of Masudi’s mom, Stella); I tell Joe I have to leave, but that we’ll arrange to meet again soon; I sincerely promise to pray for him; as I step into the office to say goodbye to Linet, she happens to mention that Karo and Margaret are in Bishop’s office (apparently they had arrived while Joe and I talked); it’s a pleasant unexpected surprise for all three of us, however, I have no time for anything more than a very brief conversation; we do briefly talk about Agnes and they commit to continued prayer for her

2:30pm – Joe “escorts” me to the stage, where I board another noisy and crowded mini-bus to go back to town; he’s happy when I offer him my newspaper; the bus gets held up for a long time in yet another jam at Donholm roundabout; several people opt to alight and walk to their destination

3:10pm – Abiding by the new law, the mini-bus stops at the new Muthurwa market and bus terminus, where all passengers are forced to alight; I’m running late and decide I shouldn’t walk the 15 minutes to where I’m meeting Stella; instead I hop on a motorcycle taxi; oh, my! these rides are almost suicidal as the daredevil driver zooms in and out of any available space between the hodge-podge of vehicles; he wears a helmet but doesn’t have an extra one for his passengers; as we fly in and out of the various congested lanes of traffic, I find myself unconsciously squeezing in my legs tightly against the motorcycle and simultaneously try to make sure my head is never in the same vicinity of another vehicle’s rear-view mirror as we zoom past

3:20pm – I hop off the motorcycle right in the middle of traffic – another jam of snarled vehicles – and pay him his coins; I cross the bustling street and head to where we’re meeting; I don’t expend too much energy looking for Stella, her young nephew, and Immaculate in the crowd; I know they’ll spot me easily (I basically stick out like a sore thumb with my white skin); soon eight-year old Maudi runs up and throws his arms around my legs; Stella (Masudi’s mom) is bubbling over with joy to see me (I also haven’t seen them for about four years); using Immaculate as her interpreter, she asks to see my wound, so I take off my shoe and sock and show her (in the middle of the crowded city street); we then find a somewhat quiet café to have a soda while we talk; Stella thanks me for everything I’m doing for her son, Masudi and we discuss some recent issues he’s had to endure; I take a picture of Maudi drinking his soda (it’s his first time to ever be in Nairobi)

4:30pm – We say our farewells; I board my seventh vehicle of the day and head back towards Karen shops

5:30pm – Upon arriving at Karen, I pick up a few grocery items and check my mail at the post office

6:00pm – I view the stage and find it’s packed with people (as is normal at this time of day); I opt instead to walk the 30-minutes to my house; Agnes is heavy on my mind as I trudge home

6:30pm – I’m once again home – eleven long hours, one riot, one matatu, five buses, one wild and dangerous motorcycle ride, three appointments, and one distressing phone call later; it was a tiring day to say the least, but satisfying at the same time; I met with so many of my friends and engaged in the ministry for which God sent me here

Final note – please pray for these particular friends in the story:

· Agnes to fully recover – she’s had this ailment (in the area of her stomach or uterus) the entire time I’ve known them, which is around five years now (her son, Duane, is the one I helped to deliver in November of 2004); I talked to her on Monday (10 days after the phone call in this story); she is doing better but is still quite weak

· Sammy (and Rose) as they continue to find their way in life after the death of their mom, Doris

· Joe as he continues to take the treatment for TB and regains his strength (there’s a photo of Joe in my book, for those of you that have it)

· Masudi (son to Stella) as he finishes his high school education this year; his final exams are in November

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh Deb, I am weary just reading of your typical day! I work about the same hours, but I a reminded of the comforts I enjoy throughout my scheduled day. You are truly God's masterpiece, and He is still painting on it. "You are My masterpiece. I created you to accomplish great things on the earth. Everything I have for yu to do I planned before the world was ever created." Keep "posing" for the Master Artist, and I will keep praying as you have "typical" days meeting His appointments. Thank you for the insight!
Love, Marge

Anonymous said...

Mom...I love this entry! I often wonder just that - what is a day in the life of my mother?

Love you!

-Jessica

kiki said...

Hi Deb, Be encouraged! Love covers Kenya through you one friend at a time. Love deeply! That's what you do. You are an investor for Jesus( in relationships.) You are a detailer for the kingdom, applying the finger of God to the details of his precious people. I pray now that God will give you a fresh download of His love and of patient endurance. See you in December '08. Love, Dr.Khris