The Definition of Utter Darkness…
…an African, in a black suit, walking after dark in the middle of an unlit road (highway, street, thouroughfare, ect.).
No I am not kidding.
Going out in your car after dark here is an exercise in shear terror.
Since the majority of Kenyans do not drive they have little to no understanding of the limitations of vehicles and their operators.
Thus there is no hesitation to walk in, around, across, through the middle of a high speed road.
After dark, in a black suit. AAaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
You’re driving along and suddenly you see a flash of white five feet in front of you and realize it’s the teeth of an African hollering at you for almost plowing him over…
I come bearing good news of neon clothing and reflectors.
Kenyan dress is very formal so until they come out with neon suit and tie combos I don’t think there will be much of a change.
Just the other day our garbage man brought to the door our monthly allotment of trash bag…dressed in suit and tie.
Our compound plumber arrives at work in suit and tie and simply puts coveralls over while he is working…and loses the coveralls once again to make the trek home.
If our white skin does not do a sufficient job of setting us out as Americans our casual dress certainly does. : )
Rahab usually inspects us before we leave for church…she also washes our shoes weekly.
I don’t think I’ve ever had my shoes washed before.
Lots of other firsts this week:
Jared is walking!! Like a typical second born he beat his sister’s ten month record and took off toddling two days before his ten month mark.
Keziah’s response alters between utter joy (now he can play with her) to utter dismay (now he can play with her toys).
And Seth, my handsome prince, has added age to his repertoire and now boasts the impressive achievement of 29 wise years.
I can remember when my Dad was in his thirties and now my husband is almost there…weird.
We had steak and whoopie pies to celebrate the momentous occasion. If you know what whoopee pies are I don’t have to say any more than “amazing”.
If you have no idea what a whoopie pie is all I can say is, next time you are in Pennsylvania, stop at the nearest farm and ask for one.
~Roadsign of the Week~
Sign posted on a building (possibly a church) just outside of Nairobi, “Maximum Miracle Center”. As opposed to the minimum and medium miracle centers down the street…ok just kidding on the last two.
Prosperity gospel is rampant here and it has been more than a little frustrating watching the horribly poor of Kenya be taken in by these false teachers.
All the more reason I suppose to preach the Gospel of the Savior.
~Food Find~
Grilled Goat Head. I was not there to witness this ghastly sight but while Seth was at lunch with a fellow missionary today they sat just across from the grill where a man was grilling a goat head…teeth, skin and all.
I presume it was to eat.
Seth said every so often the guy would take a huge knife and scrape some of the hairs off. No, Seth did not eat any.
Happy Sand Eater.
Little princess.
The pool at Tiwi…to the left you can see the swim up bar.
My Pool Boys.