A [grait] day

I woke up on the wrong side of the ocean today. I could tell, in part, by the chill in the morning air of this old house in New Jersey. In part, because there’s a glorious box of Captain Crunch on the kitchen table. Our plane landed on Saturday, after a long...

Happiness is a bag well packed

Update on Kenya: “A Kenya Redrawn” – NYT article We will soon have the luxury of packing our suitcases. Renee and I are preparing to head home for an early furlough. I’ve booked tickets for March 7th, and we’ll arrive in New Jersey the...

Displaced

IDP. Another acronym you learn in Africa. Internally Displaced Peoples are, by definition, refugees in their homeland. Presumably a little more fortunate than a flat-out refugee. A little less fortunate than a homeless kid on the streets of Nairobi. An IDP camp is a...

One tribe

“One month after a deeply flawed election, Kenya is tearing itself apart along ethnic lines…” NYT Article here Today I walked the streets of Kibera. It is the largest slum in Kenya. (I’ve heard it called the largest in the world.) People...

Thank God for Sundays

Finally a Sunday. A number have gone by in recent weeks, but at last this one feels like a Sabbath. Nairobi is calm today. No doubt what millions of Kenyans are praying for all over the country. Peace. I spent a good part of last week up in Sudan, doing some of the...

Helpless vs. hopeless

It’s 5 am in Nairobi and I can’t sleep again. Amelia woke up with her obligatory “bad dreams” and is camping out at my side, asleep again under the protective watch of her father. I spent an hour with tears slowly soaking my pillow. Reached for...