The Seven Brothers
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it. – Pablo Picasso
December 30, 2011- On this day, we were torn between visiting Lake Turkana and going to see life in the refugee camp. We settled for the latter. To get there, we had to cross a dry river bed (whose banks were unbelievable far apart) and walk a long distance. The camp set up was the last thing we expected. Semi-permanent and permanent houses, clearly labelled streets, retail shops selling the latest shoes and clothes, an Ethiopian restaurant and very many motorbikes to ease movement in the camps. This was one the six or so parts of the camp we were told. In some parts, the refugees live in tents and do not have as much as these ones do. But money is not the question here for home is where the heart is. They all share a common dream, that life here will not last forever. We took no photos or videos in the camp, it is illegal. But we had lunch at the Ethiopian Restaurant before heading back to pack up and catch our 3pm bus to Kitale.
After a one hour delay, we were finally on our way. Barely two minutes into the journey, the conductor started demanding tickets from someone at the back of the bus. We, however, could not see who it was until the bus driver pulled over at a police post. Six teenagers and a small boy of Sudanese descent were asked to step out of the bus. After a minute or so, one of them returned and removed all their belongings. The seven brothers had paid for three or four seats and wanted to travel in the bus to Nakuru where they were to meet their sponsor. All their documents were legit, but the conductor insisted they were too old to share seats the whole way. The lads had no extra money though and after a lot of grilling, the driver intervened and they were let into the bus. What intrigued all of us, however, is that one of them almost hit a woman when they got back into the bus- reason being that she had sat at the window seat they had paid for. So much for all the trouble!
Anyway, the rest of the journey was event-free, mainly an opportunity to reflect on all that we had seen and experienced. We spent the next day resting and visiting in Kitale then journeyed home on January 1, 2012. We wish to thank everyone that made the quest possible, everyone that believed in, prayed with and cheered us on. God richly bless!
If you have much, give of your wealth; If you have little, give of your heart – Arab Saying
The human contribution is the essential ingredient. It is only in the giving of oneself to others that we truly live. – Ethyl Percy