A Future and a Hope

Annoyed

This last couple of weeks, thanks to donors helping us pay school fees, get food, etc... I was enabled to catch up on some expenses and do normal things like spend one on one time with my kids. I've been taking each one on a mommy date.

It's been giving me much needed individual bonding time with my daughters. I think it's as much a gift to me as it is to them. Plus, I can buy them personal items like bras and panties!

Today, I took Sarah Apiyo on her mommy date. We had some giggles trying on funky jackets at the market, got some much needed things like shoes, panties, and bras... but people can be SO annoying.

I took her to lunch, and our waiter approached the table and asked, "Is this your Househelp?"

Seriously?! He was asking if Sarah was my MAID?! Grrr.... Then when I told him she was my daughter he countered, "Oh, so you have a children's home."

I snapped, "No. It's MY home."

"You mean she lives with you?"

"Yeah, all of my children live with me." <DOH> "I have 14 of 'em, too." At this point, I was hoping he'd walk away and pack my leftovers as I had asked so we could leave... but he kept on...

"So if I have an orphan, I can just bring it to you."

(I'm practically steaming.)

"No. I'm not a children's home. I'm the mom of 14 children. I do everything. I don't hire nannies. We are a family, and I'm not taking in any more..." (by this point, I was too exhausted explaining, I just sighed, "Please pack our food. We're ready to go. Thank you."

<insert teenage eyeroll from this grown momma>

 

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Running blind

I like running. Ask my parents, I always have.

Recently, I've started back at it. Each morning I'm up running. (Don't run away... this post has nothing to do with fitness.)

During my hour alone, I get to think. It's like when Johnny mows the lawn. It's 'his' time to think. I guess we're both a little wacky. <giggle>

The other day, I woke up at 5:30 and was out the door at 5:50 am. The sun comes up at 6 am every morning with only a few minutes variation through out the year because we live on the equator. It's a perk. :) No need for alarm clocks.

With that said, I started my run in the dark. Our roads are not paved. They are covered in rocks, marred with pot holes, and make for a challenging run in the daytime...

....but this morning, things were different. I couldn't see all the pot holes. I just RAN. I stumbled here and there at times, but for the most part, I was able to run without any incident.

I discovered as the sun rose above the horizon and painted the sky vibrant pinks and oranges, my focus went from darkness to the sky... So instead of looking at the road as I was prone to doing to prevent twisting an ankle, I went from blind running to blind running. And I learned something.

I wasn't looking at the obstacles in the road. And it caused me to run faster than usual. (I use endomondo to track my speed & distance).

It hit me that sometimes, it's actually better to not see clearly. Take moving to Kenya. If we had focused on the pot holes in the road to 'getting to Africa,' would we have done it?

I've always been the dreamer. I don't want to see the "reality of it all" as some would say. No, not me. I KNOW the pot holes are there, and I know the stones might make me stumble, but I'm ok with that. I just look up at the sky and run into the sunrise. And ya know what? It's OK.

Chase your dreams.

 

 

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Johnny’s Time Line

5:30 a.m.    Kate’s dog wakes me up.

6:45 a.m.    Drive girls to school.

8:00 a.m.    Drive to auto garage and have mechanics look for leak in the Pajero’s cooling system. They can’t find it. Since I am taking a guy out to The Shire to do a survey they send a mechanic apprentice (Andrew) to look for the leak after the car is nice and warmed up.

11:00 a.m.   Pick up Matthew (one who is to do the survey) and drive out to The Shire. While he and I are surveying Andrew looks for leak in car. I stand around with a hose full of water up against a measuring rod and take orders from Matthew. Survey seems to go well and Andrew has found the leak.

2:00 p.m.    We are back at the garage, mechanics start working on broken pipe. Matthew heads home and Andrew and I have lunch.

4:30 p.m.    Car finally finished, and I pay a bill of about $16.50 U.S. dollars and head home.

5:00 p.m.    Head to the girl’s school to pick them up, a few other kids tag along for the ride. We are back home half an hour later.

6:00 p.m.    Dinner.

7:30 p.m.    T.V. (Last Man Standing and Ben and Kate)

8:20 p.m.    Typing out this time line.

Trusting Your Gut

It is so easy to sit around and talk about wonderful concepts and practices. You know like all the time I spent talking about having a leadership structure for our team that was linear/functional instead of hierarchical in nature. No one is to be the man, instead we all are the man. You simply lead at what you are good at doing.

I talked about this for months before actually having to put it into practice.

I had gone to a village a few hours away to see an orphaned girl and assess if we could take her in or not. This was back in 2007. I met the girl and ultimately we decided to take her in. This story is not about her, we will talk about her next week. No this story is about the extra girl we picked up with her, Sarah Apiyo.

I had sent Ben back to the village to pick up the girl I had met before and at some point he calls me and tells me he met another girl as well. Turns out the two girls were living with the same old lady. Ben wanted to bring them both back to us in Nakuru.

I didn’t know what to do. I had never met Sarah Apiyo before. Would she fit in with us? Was she a bad seed? Did she know any English or Swahili? We had the space, but would we be a good fit for Sarah?

Finally I trusted my instincts and let Ben be the decision maker. He was there with Sarah and was more qualified to decide. Linear leadership.

Sarah came home with Ben and has been with us ever since. He made the right choice.

Sarah Apiyo

Sarah Apiyo goes by "Apiyo" often since we have two Sarah's in the house. The word Apiyo is Luo for twin. She has a twin brother out there some where, and I'm sure she misses him.

When Sarah first moved into our home back in 2007, she was quiet and pretty scared. But she was one of the first girls to tell me her story.

Village life is completely different from town life. Sarah's father had died from illness, and her mother was being abused by a man who was a known murderer by the community. In fact, now that she was without a husband, this man tried forcing her to marry him, and when she said no....

Sarah has many siblings, one of whom is a twin brother. They were sleeping outside their small house due to lack of space. They went to the house to make tea when they found their mother had been stabbed through the neck, her lifeless body was on the sofa in a bloody mess. Pretty traumatic for a young girl and her siblings.

To make matters worse, an Uncle came to take the children away, but since girls are considered useless, he only wanted the strong boys of the family. Sarah was left alone, separated from her twin brother up until this day.

She has older sisters who are grown and live in different parts of the continent, but they are not in positions to care for Sarah. She lived with her very old grandma who, when Johnny went to meet Sarah, came out with a machete after him thinking he was an intruder!

To sum it up, Sarah lives with us now, goes to school, and is experiencing things she would never have dreamed possible before.

Here’s BT

If you are paying attention, then you realize that BT’s week was last week. I didn’t get this post up on Friday, power outages, lawn mowing, forgetfulness, and grilling pushed it out of my mind. Let me give you a few photos of Beatrice:

It is upside down Beatrice, with right side up Makena.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beatrice and Music

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beatrice and homework, notice the not too pleased look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beatrice on a bike.

Don't Make Me the Boss

Kate has devised a system to handle the chores around the house. When you have 14 children, some kind of order is necessary.

AnimalsThere is a list of chores:

• Sweep
• Wash dishes
• Dry
• Put away
• And so on till you get to Boss.

She created this position to teach the kids what being in charge is like. You have to make sure everyone else does their part, and if they do not or cannot, then you must do their work.

Boss has become the universally dreaded chore. The list is rotated every few days, so eventually you will be Boss. "Worst job ever." Is how I heard it described a few minutes ago.

 

 

I love scratching items off the list!

If you can remember, we are posting details about our monthly finances (trying to do it each Wednesday, LOL, but not always happenin').

 

So here's the May needs updated:

• Food ($1,500 for the month including some toiletries) We've been able to keep food on the table thanks to you who have helped. We still need a good freezer stocking, though! But we will have a good hunk of this taken care of in a few days. So we'll still need about $500 worth of food.
• School Fees ($900) (We have a friend who is helping with this this term. The money was sent, so though we haven't paid it yet, it's not a need any more because it'll be done in a day or two)
• Rent ($500) Once we build and move to the Shire, this will be nonexistent!
• Staff Salary ($300)
• Van repair ($36) (Thanks to Andrew's skills)
• Electricity bill ($155)
• Water bill ($36)
• Community needs ($200) Our focus is orphan care, but we follow our hearts each day concerning the community. Right now, we want to plant some food on 2 acres for a man who is going blind, and I want to distribute menstrual cups to some ladies in Kiondo.

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BT

Beatrice is a biological sister to Sarah Muthoni. They came together on the same day but their story is a bit different. Where Sarah was put in an orphanage when their mom 'lost it' after the death of their father, BT was taken in by an aunt.
I put Makena in this photo with BT because the day BT arrived, Makena got a 'twin sister'. A petite age mate just like herself. These two are peas in a pod. I hope you will keep checking back for more about Beatrice this week!

 

Focus, Focus, Focus, Focus

It has been more than eight years since we moved to Kenya. Some days it feels like twenty, and others like we just moved here last week. Much has changed in our lives since January 2005. Yet we are still the same people.

I am not sure where I am going with this. I have a few things running around in my head. I am thinking about the argument Kate and I had in the car at the supermarket. Unfortunately I cannot remember really what it was about, only I get the sense that I lost that argument.

There are ideas for developing The Shire bouncing around in my cranium. Barn building, house planning, and planting of fruit trees. Lychee, oranges, bananas, apples, lemons, avocadoes, and whatever else suits our fancy. Not all will fruit perhaps, but we still need trees.

School starts tomorrow. Thoughts of paying the bill, buying whatever supplies the girls need, and repairing the van’s alternator are plying the fields of my imagination this morning.

Too many other things as well. In fact I cannot calm them enough to type out anything coherent. Let me stop before I start rambling about movies and books.