the wisdom that abounds at the grays of your temples
and the strength of your idealistic heart
pack up your infinite curiosity
etch that impish smile
in the stubborn crease of your inquisitive eyes
bind your gypsy soul
with precious dreams
wait no more
Is this knowledge or paranoia? I don't know
anymore, sometimes it is difficult to distinguish one from the other.
died 21 months ago. It was a dark, California night, when the call
came. What ensued was a 30-hour journey through space and time,
cherishing memories, with a dreadful anticipation of facing death. I
had never looked death in the eye till the moment I saw my mother's
face, swollen yet so beautiful, serene yet so disturbing, perhaps
hiding a pain I will never know about.
Three days later, after our roller coaster rides with hope and despair, she slipped away gently, forever.
is a moment we dread, the moment we realize our worst nightmare is
becoming a reality. Yet there is a hope that lingers on, for no
apparent reason. That moment passes unnoticed, without an incidence,
amidst dismal shadows. There's too much shock and disbelief to take in.
Later that night, Mini and I sat
on the terrace and watched the stars. We ran out of words to say to each other, so we just searched
have never known so much pain in my life. There's a deep sense of loss,
which, I wish was as transient as the memory of her seems to be at
times. I am merely beginning to understand what words really mean -
lifeless, forever and it scares me.
The other day, I got up feeling the length of forever. It was spectacular.
is a strange word - forever. Sounds like an eternity when I say I won't
see her again and seems so finite when I say forever is not long enough
to love her.
It seems like time is passing me
by while I stand on the sidewalk and watch it get distant. I am still
stuck in a moment in time and sometimes I want to escape, wake up and
be normal again. But nothing seems normal anymore. The most difficult
part is letting go.
And, those images don't
get hazy. It hurts to imagine what she felt and even more, when I
realize that she was incapable of exactly that- feeling. Life is what
happens to you when you are busy making other plans. Death, too,
I just wish mummy could come back and give me life, once again.
Its been a month of connecting, waiting, traveling, introspecting, reminiscing from 21 years to 86 lifetimes.
In the last month, I have concluded that reincarnation seems like fiction and Karma seems like non-fiction- an oxymoron indeed- for those who know the 3 kinds of Karma… and that I should not be eating salads in Kenya (read a typhoid misdiagnosis scare)
As for village matters, for everyone who has heard my incessant talks about solar energy in the last couple years, here's an update: In an effort to find the perfect lamp for sardine fishing, I met the 4 major players in the solar space in Africa in Nairobi and identified a particular product that might have worked well. Armed with a life vest (to venture out in the Lake at night again!), a handheld weighing scale, that "particular" solar lamp and plenty of patience, I arrived in the village only to find these efforts were, well, a bit redundant :) OSRAM, who I have been in contact for 2 years now, decided to build a we-hub in "my" village :) So, in a couple months, there will be a computer center and solar lamps specially made for night fishing! well, more time to fish for me :)
My plans of teaching yoga and teaching at the orphanage have been thwarted by frequent trips to Kisumu to network with NGOs or to shop for upcoming projects (like right now). Every few days, though, I do get a chance to learn basic Swahili and teach basic English to about a dozen children, who show up at the house, and sit patiently through the 1-2 hour class. Sometimes, we follow it up by a skipping lesson outside :)
Lakeland Youth group is just as active as ever- responsible and hard-working youth who really want to break the cycle of poverty. I have been able to connect them to Safe Water and Aids Prevention, Yes Youth Can! Nyanza and to Americans Friends of Kenya- AFK. - SWAP is collaborating with them to make things like water purification tablets, mosquito repellent jelly, detergent, diapers, mosquito nets more accessible to the community. The youth group is dipping their feet into entrepreneurship- by reselling these items that they get at a discount, at retail price. - Joram, the president of YYC Nyanza visited them last week and promised to connect them to local youth leaders for training and access to funds reserved for IGAs for youth groups. - and maybe, maybe- one day there will be a library at Honge beach- just as the one in Siaya with the assistance of AFK.
The most exciting development of all, however, is the beginning of a conversation with Small and Micro Enterprise Programme (SMEP). On Monday, we will explore entrepreneurship a bit further- tilapia fishing, poultry farming, bee keeping etc. We have Reinhard from SMEP visiting Uhundha to talk about microloans for a small enterprise and we already have a number of youth ready to sign up. On to bigger and better things…
for the first time in years, we had a meal together. m1 talked about perseverance, m2 demonstrated it. I sipped on my ginger root mojito in the mid-afternoon, closed my eyes momentarily and experienced bliss- warm, familiar, comfortable.
six degrees of separation. i believe its less than that... with the advent of social networking sites, sometimes i gasp when I find friends i made in opposite corners of the world as being mutual friends of friends a mile away. the earth seems to be becoming smaller, yet a small village in Kenya or a small town in Missouri seems far away, maybe distance is measured in MB these days and data plans