Most of the day I spent resting up and as you see writing. The rainy season has arrived, the ground is a bit muddy with red soil. The trees outside my cabin are bursting into white small blossoms, and the honey bees fan be heard harvesting their crops. It is a paradise of bird song, many birds and even a monkey with a long tail ambled by. What a relief and oasis in a world that seems to have gone mad.
I started the day visiting the children's center filled with 3 year old and younger. They were delighted to meet me or maybe even more so Sammy Skunk!
A short visit with the College admin before heading back to write. I am drafting the Mully Narratives while I am here to do the research. After lunch and a nap, I headed up to see the College students as they moved about the campus, had a chance to greet Cynthia, the poet, and listened to lessons about religious denomination and education in Kenya.
An encounter with more Mully College students always yields meaningful discussions about the state of the world and comparisons between low income countries and high income countries. We discover we have more in common than one would think from superficial observations. We are one, indeed we are one in the spirit!
Since I have befriended the toddlers here at Yatta, now as I walk about, when they see me, many come running up for hug with excitement and great big smiles, and then off they go about their business.
I ended the day in devotions with the Highschool students. I essentially bid them farewell as I leave Thursdayu and I wanted thedm to hear my admiration and affection for them. In terms of hope, faith, zest, wisdom, love, and compassion, these people, who have virtually nothing have more depth and real wealth than the lost anxious people who have more material goods, financial security, and wealth than they will ever use. I say to those despairing as the west spiral into a chaos not seen since the second War if you want to have life restored come to MCF in Kenya. There is nothing like this available in the west.