The team up to this point has been above the norm as far as
health is concerned.
By the grace of our
King of Kings we have been in good health as a whole, avoiding any
life-threatening ailments.
However, due
to the foul air, smog, smoke and dust, several have experienced respiratory
difficulties.
These have sought remedies
at the clinic just a three minute walk from our place of domicile.
The small medical clinic is a quaint but
sufficient place for treatment of the normal maladies of the area.
Nevertheless, I went with a fellow today to the clinic as he
has been plagued with what, at best guess, would classify as a sinus
infection.
We entered the clinic and
found no one before us, ensuring a speedy diagnosis. While we were there in the
waiting area, the head ‘physician,’ Nancy, was preparing for the visit.
For those who are waiting to be seen, a TV
sits in the corner for their viewing pleasure.
It is nothing more than a thirteen inch black and white TV residing in a
rather large iron grate, padlocked and sealed, preventing it from being
stolen.
I am unsure of the various television channels that are
available here as we have no access to a TV.
We waited for a few minutes prior to being summoned by
Nancy, availing ourselves to the TV
programming that was available.
You will
be surprised to discover that the channel which was selected was airing none
other than Western wrestling.
We watched
in awe as professional wrestling,
US style, was being pumped into
that little office.
The announcer was
yelling and carrying on just as one is used to in passing by the channel back
home.
Mind you, we have only heard about
that kind of wresting as we know good Christian people never watch wrestling or
even converse on the matter.
However, I could tell the lady working the books over in the
corner was greatly intrigued by the moving pictures she saw on the screen.
I told her that not every American was like
that, to which she posed a query, perhaps the defining question of the age: “Is
professional wrestling real?”
She
desired to know whether American wrestling was real or fake or a mixture of
both.
I felt as if I had an opportunity
to confirm her dreams or dash them in pieces on the ground.
She could have asked no more difficult of a
question as it was equivalent with our big questions in life: Is the tooth
fairy real?
Does chewing gum really stay
in your stomach for seven years?
Is a
duck’s quack really the only sound that will not have an echo?
Is the show Survivor rigged or more about
playing the game?
Well, these questions and more flashed through my mind when
she asked and I was torn; do I tell her the reality behind the wrestling match
or just let her continue believing that all Americans enter the ring from time
to time to throw each one around a bit.
Going against my better judgment, I revealed to her that wrestling
indeed was a farce and really it was nothing more than a male soap opera,
masquerading in the form of athleticism.
Perhaps I should recognize that in bringing truth to
Kenya, this
truth takes many forms.
With this in
mind, today the truth became one shade clearer for a dear lady, as one less
person is convinced of our wrestling pastime.
