summer time smiles in a land far, far away….

Nathan caught a snake at Mohwak Park today.  The green rather terrified little gardener clutched tightly in the excited sweaty palm of an 8 year old who proudly paraded his trophy of bravery around for all to see and praise (or scream).  This led to a carefully constructed conversation that started with the phrase,- …”but in Kenya…” giving a detailed list of the many prohibitions of the new country…  Rule One: you can not pick up ANY snakes!  “Of course, the rebuttals,- of course, mom, not the poison ones, but….” (I can hear the familiar whirring of childhood contingencies….) I retort with “NO snakes Nathan!” spoken rather emphatically while I recall the email some months ago detailing Grant’s (our colleague) discovery of a spitting cobra coming to visit his office…. No snakes! A little while later, we arrived home (snake free) and were treated to pictures of Kurungu that had arrived in the mail on a disk.  Pictures of a home to be, of people and faces who will, we pray evolve from the images we see to hearts, lives and stories that we will come to know and love. This brought us to lesson #2 today.  After watching the pictures on the computer, the kids came to the realization of which we are familiar, but which is utterly foreign to them,- not all Samburu wear clothes. As we began to see images of children, with shirt (or) shorts it was a conversation that was fording through new territory. “But why don’t they wear clothes? Could we not give them clothes to wear?” “If they come for dinner, will they wear clothes then?” “How come they are not wearing shoes?”  To see such poverty and realize that our children have no concept or understanding of what it means to know nakedness or hunger…and in my mind I can hear the collision of two worlds soon to happen…