A fair has come to town.
Well maybe not really a fair, maybe a carnival or maybe an expo.
I am not really sure what it is, but those
are the terms the locals refer to it as.
The ‘function’ that has arrived in town has monopolized the water in the
area and as a result, there is no water to be had during the day.
They are kind enough to turn the water back
on into the slums at night.
However,
this water is more like a trickle and if we desire any we must help it out of
the faucets.
In addition, this ‘function’ that has arrived, is no doubt
putting a great strain on the power as well.
At random times the power will flicker or go out completely.
Tonight we had invited the pastors and their
wives to our house that we may dine with them.
We prepared a traditional Kenyan meal of ugali, rice and stew and were
delighted that they were going to be with us.
They all arrived in time for supper as one who lives in
Kenya is never
late going anywhere.
Supper began and
we were having a tremendous time dining with the local pastors and family,
talking about the plans for the slums and what God had been doing among His
church here as of late.
We were nearing
completion of the meal and the power went out.
When the power goes out, it doesn’t just go out, but its absence seems
to suck any remaining speck of light into the abyss with it.
So we were there in the blackest of night,
with not even a match to bring a hint of a glow into the room.
I was all too presumptuous, however, for the nationals kept
right on with their conversation and finished eating.
As I acquired a kerosene lantern for the sake
of light, the power came back on and permitted everyone’s departure in
safety.
How unpredictable is this place,
but how grand its people.
