19 Sept 2012
Returning, returning, what does it mean? I have been made so aware of the dangers of going back to Kenya and I must say I’m suspecting that every possible obstacle God can throw at me. It started this morning with a flutter of emails from Delta updating me on how late the plane would be. And I was still seeing clients. I still had a date with the chiropractor.
3PM, great, I have a bone spur in my good ankle. How funny is that! I can hardly walk on it, but I’m going. I hear you Universe, I hear you giggling. And now it’s off to the airport with bags weighing 125 lbs. I’m careful, I’m not taking those puppies down the stairs, so I heave them out the door where they fly into the street. Rescued and lined up by the curb I confidently go to the corner to hail a cab. It’s 5P, it should be lousy with cabs. Yeah, no. And now I’m starting to sweat; I break down and call a cab and then the universe shifts.
The only empty cab I have seen in 20 minutes hoves into sight. And the moment the cab driver opens his mouth and says “Just go to get in”, I hear the familiar accent of a Kenyan and we are off to the airport. He comes from the North near Turkana which is the most dangerous part of Kenya, and I am glad I’m going in the opposite direction. Once we reach the airport and I bid him goodbye in Swahili, another African Delta guy can’t wait to help me with my bags. And trust me, I know they are over the limit. Get to the desk and guess what? No, another Kenyan is at the desk and when he asks what I am carrying and I tell him, he winks and checks the bags through.
So I’m still in Boston, but I’m feeling more optimistic that I will get to Nairobi without serious travails. Wait, I listened and no thunder crashed so I’m boarding folks.
I love the Amsterdam airport. People are friendly, it is immaculate, and I can find everything I need. Of course right now, I am so weighted down with stuff for Kenya that I cannot purchase anything major, but trust me on the way back I’ll be flying light. Wifi is a bit spotty, but if that’s the worst I can say so far, I’m feelin lucky.
I have now been traveling for 12 hours, add 3 hours for layover, add 8 hours to Nairobi then 3 hours to my hotel for the night and another 12 to Kisumu and you get the gist of the amount of travel to get there. Ah yes, returning, I am returning.
The plane from Amsterdam had a whole different crowd that I have seen before. There were, of course, the Kenyans returning home. But what was noticeably absent were the Safari goers. Usually there are a couple of patches of excited folks who are going on Safari, and are anxious to tell me all about what they will see, and ask me questions. Not a one on the plane. I did meet some military folks who were going to the Embassy. They were pretty vocal about how dangerous Kenya is for a billet. One Air Force guy was going to the embassy to see his wife who is stationed there and is most anxious for her to come home.
Thankfully the plane is not full so I can find a couple of seats together and sleep a bit and then…we land.
Francis is waiting, glad to see me, but there is an undertone of uneasiness. We talk in the car about the teacher strike and the terrorists. He admits that his business is down, and that the terrorists are a problem. He is not as enthusiastic about Kenya as he has always been before and as we travel I shall learn more.
Morning has dawned cool and fresh. The hotel I stayed in last night was quite nice and we shall be leaving for Naivasha in a couple of hours.
Spoke to Monica today who was glad to hear my voice. I told her I knew the schools were closed and she said not to worry that we would visit anyway. I’m not sure that will be a fruitful mission, but it is a truth not fully revealed.
For now I am here until I am there.
Keep the faith y’all