We had previously visited Eburru back in November, but were
there only for a couple of days, not nearly long enough to see all that the
place had to offer.
Therefore, our
knowledge was limited and our anticipation in discovering more about the
strange place called Eburru fueled our onward progress.
We left on Saturday morning around 10:00,
fully loaded in two vans, as one would not have come close to carrying our
team, supplies and donated articles of clothing and medicine to leave there at
the camp.
Our main concern regarding the trip happened to land upon
the vans that are unpredictable and terribly problematic, both a dangerous
combination.
Nevertheless, we now know
they don’t run on diesel fuel as much as they run on a double dose of God’s
grace.
After bathing the vans in much
prayer as well as our team, we set out on what was a three and a half hour
journey to this remote area of Eburru.
Upon arrival we were greeted warmly and it truly was good to
be back in such a delightful area.
We
arrived at coming to this place through our good friend Pastor Steve
Njenga.
He of course greeted us with
excitement and we began to settle in to three of the five huts that comprised
the camp, a five star establishment when juxtaposed with any other
alternatives.
The mud huts had been
plastered with cement since we were last there as well as acquiring concrete
floors.
This certainly kept the dust
calmed down and gave us an optimal sleeping environment.
After getting settled in, the fellows led a Bible study for
the men while I tried to work on the van’s battery connections as well as
faulty door handles.
These issues did
not delay us but certainly were a pain to deal with in their presence.
I was only moderately successful, while on
the other hand, the men’s study went wonderfully well.
The later afternoon hours were free as our
time continued to be arranged and planned for.
As the night fell upon us we ate a great meal and found
ourselves getting increasingly cold.
The
elevation there is the highest we have yet been, as it is 9,300 at its
peak.
The elevation, combined with the
blackness that comes at night, turned the temperatures very cold.
I was ill prepared for any such coldness but
knew that the colder it was the earlier bedtime would be.
This didn’t bother me in the least.
The nighttime clouds began to clear and roll
back revealing a sky filled with stars that are unable to be viewed here in
Kibera.
With that pleasant scene, we
drifted off into the land of slumber, anticipating what Sunday should hold.
