My week here in Kenya has been met with several obstacles.
On Tuesday I made the matatu/walking trip to Wachonya Secondary School to teach HIV/AIDS education. However, for the 2nd time, the principal and the teacher did not communicate on the time and I was unable to teach. I am supposed to go back this week at 3:20 after spending the morning at the primary school, so hopefully 3rd times the charm.
After Tuesday was a bust, I was looking forward to teaching STI education to the 7th graders at Wachonya Primary on Thursday. However, the weather was not cooperative. It poured on Wednesday night and well into Thursday. If it had only been a sprinkle we would have put our raincoats on and made the trek, but it was very wet and the mud here is like cement, you have to scrub with a brush to remove even the smallest amount. Plus for some reason my feet get unusually dirty here. I don’t know if it is how I walk or what, but Kristiana compare our feet at the end of the day and mine are always ten times worse. I think it is because my feet are tanner, so the redish dirt makes them look orange, but she says its just because I am a dirty girl.
My students here at Pathfinder are in their final stretch before the national exam (Nov. 9th) and they have a lot of pressure on them to be successful. Every morning they get up and go over previous tests from as far back as 1993 to insure they are ready for any question that might appear on the exam. Although their scores have been improving with every exam the teachers are still concerned with their composition scores, so that will be my focus for the next 4 weeks.
Kristiana and I completed our three week long photo project for Joshua. He is planning to create a specific website just for the school and other projects, so we have been taking pictures of the students, the new books in the library and the buildings. Now I need to upload all of them to his computer with names and descriptions.
I awoke at 4:50 this morning to say goodbye to Kristiana, who is off to Emmanuels at the Masi Mara. I will really miss having her around to talk to and share experiences with, but I only have 4 more weeks in Kenya and then I can share all the experiences in person with all of you.
Several of the girls in the African Girls Leadership Group have been sharing non-school work writings with me and I have been very impressed with the depth of their thought and their ability to express their feelings through fictional characters or real life accounts. I have decided that I would post some of them here for you to read. I am never going to post the names of the girls and I have their permission to write their work here.
The poems below are written by a girl in grade 7. I wrote them out just as she gave them to me.
My Shoes
I thank God for my shoes- they fit.
I woke up one day,
and I realized that
there were many
things about my
life I was not satisfied with,
or better still, there
were challenges
that were threatening
my soul.
And I said to myself,
‘Why should anyone
envy me and want
to be in my shoes,
they cant know how
far I’ve come, they
don’t know what
lies ahead of me,
and neither do they know
how dissatisfied I get with
myself from time to time.
People don’t know the troubles,
that you’ve had or the
price you had to pay to
get to where you are.
All they want to know
is that they wish they
were like you.
Why should you wish you
were in anybody’s shoes
when you hardly know
how they fit?
Couples
These days couples think
more in terms of wanting
emotional rather than
physical needs met.
We want to be valued
for what we are, not because
we bring home a salary or perform household tasks.
The husband who walks
in the door and says ‘Hi
honey, which pretty, well
sums up the evenings
conversation, is not demonstrating
that he mastered many
communication skills.
A major reason husbands
and wives fail to communicate
adequately is that they are
afraid to share real thought
and feelings with their
mates. Fear of experiencing
the ultimate hurt, rejection
blocks open sharing of
thoughts and feelings.
Couples should learn to
communicate calmly,
reasonable and constructively.
Wow, Alisa, I’m impressed with both the girls’ writings and the incredible work you’ve been doing. We miss you at Apple, but we’re all proud of your accomplishments!
-Edward