government turned upside-down

this week my eyes have been opened to the ways the government here is not only different but turned upside-down!

unfortunately our office computer was stolen...we were told to report it to the police IMMEDIATELY. in the states, we would call 911, report the incident, and they would input it into their system and begin to investigate.

here we went TO the police office

they wrote down our report in a HUGE flip book (one day i will try to get a picture of it..) written amongst many other reports.

then they ask us for a suspect. (so much for "innocent until proven guilty")

we have no idea.

they shut the book and say "you need to bring a suspect to us for us to investigate the case"

.....

isn't that THEIR job??!?

you would think so..not in this country.

no investigation, no visiting the "crime scene", no system that would even allow them to find the original case since it is written among so many other reports.

also: police don't have transport. meaning if there WAS an emergency you would have to travel to get the police and bring them...and since cars are not common it makes it almost impossible.

like i said. government turned upside-down.

photo(s) of the week

APPLES.

our knitting women have never tasted them.

too expensive.

so today we brought a special treat:

sweet Janice's first taste!

Hellen full of joy serving apples.

a lesson in style.

here are some pictures of the women's projects.

let this be a lesson in differences in style.

kenyan style:

this is a skirt fyi. and its BRIGHT teal and grey.

interesting hat choice.

THIS is our American style. hopefully in shops in the US one day:

adorable right? we're stocking up on hats now..sweaters, stuffed animals and more to come!

photo of the week

this kid is the funniest 1 1/2 year old i've ever met.

and i love him.

"now THAT is Kenya"

Having been here for 2 weeks I really do think that I am beginning to get over some of the original culture shock that comes with living in Africa…but there are always things that “get me”…which make me stop and realize that I REALLY am. IN. Africa.

A few stories for you at home:

1. 1. Animals: being stopped in the middle of the road by flocks of sheep, herds of cows, many conversations revolving around our goats, or today, when I realized that chickens had wandered into the living room of the baby house. Really?!

2. 2. Driving: it’s insane. I am blessed to have a car that I can use while I am here, and thanks to a small fee and a few stamps from AAA I am a legal international driver. I have been starting slowly, getting used to the other side of the road, people walking in the streets, no speed limits nor any stop signs/stop lights or any road markings. Today I got to the point where I felt comfortable driving by myself to and from the knitting shop, especially after realizing the guardsman Kennedy was going to be with me for the ride….little did I know what was in front of me: Kennedy had me drive a different way home that was “no problem” so that we could pick up some materials for the women that were needed…I soon found myself in the middle of a street market with people all around me and a huge road blockage…causing me to need to drive BACKWARDS, maneuvering through other cars, tuk tuks (small taxis), bikes, piki pikis (motorbikes), and the market stands that are very close to the road. I was a muzungu (white person) FREAKING out, driving backwards through the streets, shouting out the cracked window to Kennedy who was trying to direct me (in his second language using phrases like “nevermind” which to me means: “forget what I just said” but to him means “don’t worry”)..God is faithful and protecting and I got home, much later than planned, but safe and sound!

I am now VERY confident that I can drive the basic streets back and forth to the shop…no more market driving for me please.

comfortable with silence (aka: learning kiswahili)

Want to shout out to the degree in social work that has trained me to be “comfortable with silence”…it has been helpful when sitting with those around me these last few weeks…NOT that its ever really silent here, but the lack of English words at times makes it feel that way!

I have learned a litttttle bit of Kiswahili and am starting to be able to pick up on the flow of the conversations…otherwise I rely mostly on watching facial expressions, tones of voices and asking the person next to me “what are they saying??!”

Today I realized that though these times are hard, they are some I am definitely cherishing:

I love that no matter where you are, if you get a group of women together there is bound to be loud talk and lots of laughter. In the morning, before the babies wake up, drinking tea with the women of the baby house is fantastic. I am always greeted with a “HELLOOO SUZIE!” (especially from Eunice, the housekeeper who speaks very little English but loves to try to say what she can…aka: that phrase…another sidenote: I believe this is the ONLY time and place in my life that I have ever accepted and not minded being called suzie…friends at home: don’t get any ideas, you still can’t call me that) and then I sit down watch and laugh and try to figure out what they are talking about (usually talking about their husbands, trying to find a husband, or telling funny stories of the past..again: typical)

Then when sitting in the shop with the knitting group I often am trying to keep up which ends in lots of laughter. This group of ladies is SO animated: no volume control, hand motions everywhere and laughs that are very contagious. (today much of the laughter was towards me trying to speak Kiswahili…I have a ways to go.)

The Joy these women have is unhindered by many things that often get in our way in the Western world and being able to sit, unhindered by time, simply soaking in their Joy that the Lord has given them is very refreshing.

It is my prayer that I continue to recognize the beauty of their Joy and that I might reflect that same Fruit of the Spirit to others.

yarn-head

style is very different here. matching is never really an option, BRIGHT colors are "cool" (we're talking neon) and neutrals (aka: every one of my favorite colors) are very boring. hair is a whole different story:

hair is sold in every general store you could think of (yes, that nasty hair you see in sally beauty salons at home) and people will have long braids one day and short curly hair the next (sidenote: this makes it very difficult to recognize people, especially since we identify people instinctively by their hair: short, long, curly, straight, color etc.)

it is said here that in order for hair to grow on babies it should be braided. this does not make sense to me at all since i would think that the way they braid it would almost harm the hair..but i didn't attend cosmetology school so who knows..

now to the hair-experience of the day:

this was little Hopey yesterday, cutie little girl with little tufts of hair.

THIS is Hope today. WHAT?!

crying at her poor hair. i agree little girl, i agree. apparently it also causes a headache and she's unable to sleep the first night...poor poor child.

a woman came to the home to braid her hair (so it would grow) and when Trena and I saw what had happened to this poor child we were SPEECHLESS. not only does she look totally different and much older it is YARN. yes, black yarn all over her head. this round will apparently last for a few weeks-1month and then it will have to be re-done (we are already thinking of a reason for them NOT to re-do it in this fashion.)

the worst part? they LOOOOVEEE it (we can't read hope's true feelings, she has been very fussy, which is unusual, but that is probably from the constant headache and inability to sleep). all of the aunties cannot stop talking about how cute she is and how "smart" she looks (saying "you look smart" = saying "wow, you look great!") when they ask me what i think i just look into this poor girl's eyes and just pet her yarn-head.

poor poor Hopey.

peace, love and yarn,

sus