I arrived in Mukuyu!
Having now been at Mukuyu for a three days, I now realize
why Sr. Gisele (the provincial) reassigned me here rather than Dagoretti.
Nobody ever sleeps!
Seriously, when I got here on Saturday, I was already playing
with the kids and looking over the yearly chronicle that the convent puts
together for any spelling errors and way to expand upon what has already been
written. On Sunday, I accompanied some of the kids to a mass (a confirmation mass!)
about a thirty minute walk away while one of the other sisters accompanied the
kids that were performing dance at a regional competition.
That’s not even taking into consideration the schedules
everyone keeps! The girls in secondary school (high school for all Americans
unfamiliar with the terms (though I bet you figured it out, you’re all so
smart)) get up at 4:45 in the morning to start studying. STUDYING! Mass is at
6:30 am and school starts – starts –
at 6:45 am! That’s for both the older and
younger kids.
So yeah, I’m not too concerned with being bored.
In other news, I now have a house of my own since I am
currently the only volunteer here, which is both great and weird. I actually
unpacked myself and everything! Look Mom!
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I have a bed! |
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And an organized dresser! |
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And a bathroom with things! |
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...ignore this bit. |
It looks like I’ll maybe be tutoring in English, writing the
convent chronicle, putting together a community album, supervising evening
study time, and basically doing whatever else is needed to help the sisters
out. They are currently short a sister so I’m going to do my best to fill in
where I’m able.
But anyway, the mass. It was over five hours long. Here are
some pictures to explain why.
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First, we had to traditionally welcome the bishop |
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Cool hat is a necessity |
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And then there was the processional |
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Which had a lot of people |
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He made it in eventually |
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The psalm was pretty legit |
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And the presentation of the Gospel was... |
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...very involved |
Interesting Fact of the Day:
- While traveling to Mukuyu, I found out that there are
speedbumps on Kenya’s highways. Because everyone has to slow down to get over
the bump, there are usually people walking in the street trying to sell stuff
to people in the cars. I just stared straight ahead so they didn’t think I
wanted something. Also, there are crosswalks right after the bump. So this
happened a lot.
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THAT SEEMS KIND OF DANGEROUS |
- Most of the kids I have met have asked me whether or not I
have seen Barack Obama in person. When I say no, they ask why. I then have had
to explain that Texas and Washington D.C. are not exactly close. Then they ask
whether I watched when Obama visited Kenya. Basically, all these kids know a
lot about Obama and want to make sure I do, too. Which I find kind of
hilarious.
- I showed the girls here pictures of my family and every time
they saw a picture of my mom, they gasped. According to them, she are beautiful (emphasis taken from the kids). Since I will probably look just like you when I'm older, I think this is great news for both my mom and me!
Kiswahili phrase of the Day:
- Elimu ni mwangaza – Education is light
Until next time,
Kwaheri!
I'm so proud of you!!!! I'm praying for you and all your children. I'm going to our nursing home next Monday with the kids from Prolife Boot Camp. I'm sure memories of my girls singing will be there. Love you sweet angel daughter of mine. PS you do have a gorgeous mom, and you're pretty gorgeous yourself 😘
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