Monday, January 31, 2011

Day 116

 Day 116

            I think it's safe to say that most people don't remember what they did for their 19th birthday. It sure isn't considered a big year. When I think of memorable years, 16, 18, and 21 come to mind for obvious reasons. However, my list of unforgettable birthdays will now, always include, my 19th.

            On the morning of my birthday, I was woken up by all 21 of our kids around 8am. In their hands, they carried beautiful flowers and many handcrafted cards. Behind them, Auntie Rebecca and Uncle Brian came baring gifts of their own. I was surprised with a hand knit scarf from Auntie Rebecca and a delicious platter of eggs, toast, and bananas courtesy of Uncle Brian. If that was the end of my birthday it would have been a memorable day, I had never had breakfast in bed until then and most definitely had never been woken up by 21 children.

            However, my birthday didn't end there. The kids demanded that they help me do my laundry which took place outside in the beautiful sunlight. Once my clothes were hung to dry, we headed for the "river" where we swam in the cold mountain water. This, made for a very fresh start to a new year. Thanks to our matrons, dinner was ready when we returned, lentils and rice was on the menu. After, with the help of many eager kids, I blew out every last birthday candle. Because the kids are notorious for their incredible rhythm and dancing ability, having a dance party was the obvious method chosen for celebrating.
Despite not having my family and friends here to celebrate with me, my birthday was a very special day, thanks entirely to the new friends and family I have made in Njabini.

            Flying Kites recently joined hands with the Unite to Light Organization. Unite to Light provides needy families with lights that use alternative energy. Once I caught wind of this, I knew I wanted everything to do with it. As of last week, working locally with this organization is a new task I have gladly taken on.

            Unite to Light donated 70 solar powered lights to Flying Kites to distribute around our community. Donating the lights to our school children was an obvious place to start. Each Day Scholar left school Monday afternoon with their own light.

            The solar powered lights will benefit these families’ lives greatly. No longer will dangerous and pricey kerosene lamps be the only source of light in these homes. Because there is no cost to run the solar lights, families will save a significant amount of money that would usually be spent on fuel. There is also no health risk when using the Unite to Light lights because there is no flame.

            As a way to show the impact the lights are having on Njabini families, we have been asked to collect footage to send back to Unite to Light to be made into a documentary. After asking permission, two other volunteers and I have visited a handful of homes to interview families who have received lights. When reflecting on our visits, one trip stands out in particular.
            Two nights ago we took motorbikes to one of our students homes and were welcomed with open hands. The house, which was about the same size of an average American garage, belonged to a family of eight. Once inside the house, and after my eyes finally adjusted to the dark, I realized the house I was sitting in was in very rough shape. I couldn’t tell if the ceilings or the floors were in worse condition. Due to the lack of support, as we walked, the floor boards dibbed down almost a whole two inches, and the ceiling looked as though it could crash in at any second. The children that surrounded me were all very eager to show us how they study by the light they were given. Once they turned it on, a significant part of the room lit up, and their faces did as well. The mother in particular, melted my heart. Tears came to her eyes as she spoke about the impact that the light has had on her and her family. She was incredibly grateful that her children can now complete their homework without having to burn expensive, and fairly unhelpful, firewood or kerosene for light.


            Now that the month of January is coming to a close, my hike up Mount Kilimanjaro is closer than ever. I have been counting down the days ever since climbing it has become a reality. Each day February 14th gets closer and I grow more and more excited. I have been running daily and drinking huge amounts of water to prepare for the trip that so many of you have made possible. As of today my fund raising total has reached $2,500. No matter how many times I say it or how many times I see it, it’s hard for me to believe that it’s true. I am a very fortunate girl to have such supportive people in my life, and am so grateful for every donation I have received. With that said, my fund raising goal is $5,000 in the hopes that I will raise $3,000 to benefit Flying Kites. If you or someone you know is interested in donating money to this cause, here is the link to my page, http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/stephrichardson/hiking-kilimanjaro

            The end of this month will mark the halfway point into my stay here in Kenya. As I look back on the last four months, I am left with a lot to think about. I have experienced some incredible things that I find myself sometimes questioning whether or not they really happened, I have met incredible people whom I will never forget and I have learned a lot about myself. I have acquired and even deeper appreciation for what I have, and consider myself one of the luckiest girls in the world for having such wonderful people in my life.

            I constantly think about everyone back home and hope, other than having to deal with an inconvenient amount of snow, that all is well with all of you!
Love and Kisses – “Auntie Stephanie”








Sunday, January 16, 2011

Day 102

 Day 102

            After a little over three months, I finally made it to the top of Elephant Mountain! With its base practically in our backyard, you would think it is easily accessible. Unfortunately, that is far from the truth. With unpredictable weather and unreliable guides, it has been a headache to make it past the electrical fence entrance. However, not only did we get past the gate, we made it to the top! Yesterday started with a 5:30 am wake up and a 7:30 am ascend up the mountain. Our hike began through a pine forest, followed by a very muddy bamboo forest and ended trekking up very steep rock to the peak. It took about four hours and a lot of work for us to get to the top. However, it was definitely worth it. The views were incredible. The trip down was nearly half of the time to the top but was equally as challenging. I was stuck in quicksand-like mud for about ten minutes, I truly wasn’t sure that I was going to get out. However, I did and made it back down the mountain with about 5 extra pounds of mud on each foot!

            The entire time we spent on the mountain yesterday, gave me plenty of opportunity to think over the past 3 weeks or so here in Kenya. I remember about a week ago saying goodbye to my parents outside of the Terminal Hotel. I remember afterwards going back to my single hotel room with my mind moving a mile a minute. My family’s visit started the same way it ended, with tears. It has left me with the question, “if having loved ones leave is so difficult, is it worth having them come?”

            The holiday season started with a celebratory bonfire which we roasted marshmallows over (thanks to the family who was here in December). However, we needed sticks as skewers. As a way to collect some twigs I said I would look for some on my run. So every time I saw a stick that was suitable for roasting marshmallows I would come to a complete stop, pick it up, and continue on running. As time progressed I had a handful and was being stared at by almost everyone in our village. The sticks were put to use and the smores were great. However, the best part about the story is that the next day I was out on a run, and was greeted by about five neighborhood kids holding handfuls of twigs, waiting for me! Unfortunately, we were completely out of marshmallows and I had to use the sticks as firewood, but am still completely grateful and flattered by these kids’ generosity and thoughtfulness.

            At 7 am, Christmas morning started as if it were straight out of a storybook. I was awoken to the joyful words of Miriam, “Auntie, it’s Christmas, why are you still sleeping? Lets go!” From there, everyone (a volunteer family of six, Brian, Leila, Juliana, Lilian, 21 beautiful children, and I) all crammed in our living room around our Christmas tree with the aroma of wood burning from our fireplace. As I looked around, I saw one big happy family snuggled together with Christmas cheer in each and everyone’s eyes. Presents were exchanged, hugs given, and laughter filled the air. The rest of the day was spent outside with the kids testing out their new toys or in the kitchen preparing our Christmas dinner. I, however, wasn’t around for what I have heard had been an amazing meal. I was on a Matatu headed for Nairobi to pick up my parents!

            After checking into our hotel, I couldn’t stand it any longer, and took a cab to the airport -two hours early. Pacing up and down, the anticipation of their arrival was killing me. And then, I saw them from a far outside the terminal. I can’t describe the feeling I had as I saw them after 3 months. I immediately started to cry tears of joy.

            The next week with them was spent at the coast in Malindi where we had a fairly abnormal experience. On one of the first days, by chance, we fell upon an amazing adventure. While we looked for some sort of way to see crocodiles and hippos we landed upon a village right near the water. What we left with was an incredible day of exploring this village’s backyard with about 20 college-aged locals. After walking through a couple miles of beach covered in Mangrove trees (that in the evening would be completely submerged with water when the tide came in) we reached the Delta where we saw flamingos and hippos.

            Another day was spent at the “Grand Canyon of Kenya” where we explored sand stone that had been carved into a canyon from the area’s annual rains. It was a beautiful scene with incredible colors. To top it off, it was inhabited by baboons, which provided entertainment for all who were there. Unfortunately, the day ended a little less enjoyably as it had started. On our way to dinner my parents and I hopped into a TukTuk (a cab similar to what a 3wheeled golf cart would look like) and was on our way to a nearby restaurant when the TukTuk in front of us collided into 2 motorcyclists.  As I ran out to go see if there was anything I could do, I saw a scene that I don’t think I will ever forget. Metal pieces littered the street along with the shoes that belonged to those involved in the accident, but what I didn’t expect to see was lying right in front of me, a motionless body belonging to a young man lying on the curb. After shaking him to try and wake him up I concluded that not much could have been done, nothing that I could do anyway. As I gradually stood up in awe of all that was going on, I heard cries from the sidewalk. They were the cries of three little boys. I immediately ran over to them to calm them down. I wrongly assumed that they were simply upset by what they saw. After hugging them, I looked down and noticed that my shirt had blood on it. I knew that it didn’t belong to me. After looking closer to these boys’ faces with the light from my father’s cell phone, I saw broken teeth and large cuts. I knew that the closest place to get ice for them was from the restaurant across the street. As fast as I could, I ran through the dining room and straight into the kitchen where I demanded bags of ice. As I ran back over to the kids my body froze at the sight of the second motorcyclist being pulled out from under the TukTuk that had been carrying the boys. After caring to the kids for about 20 minutes, their parents came, and we left knowing that they were in good hands. My family left in silence. We couldn’t believe how lucky we were that we weren’t 20 seconds earlier, just enough time to avoid the accident. It made me realize how fragile the human life is and that living life to its fullest everyday is the only way to ensure that when the time comes, you haven’t regretted a thing.

            After Malindi, my parents and I arrived back in Nairobi on New Year’s Day, just in time to pick up my brother! From there, we headed off on Safari to the Masaai Mara. Going on safari has been a dream of mine ever since I was a little kid, and doing it, finally, way surpassed my wildest expectations. It was incredible. After two days of game drives through the Mara, we headed to Lake Nakuru. However, before we left we visited the Masaai Village where we were presented with a welcoming dance, and offered cow’s blood straight from the cow’s neck. My father and I took part, but my brother and mother had no interest, and will probably never forgive the two of us for having done so. After the Safari, all four of us headed to Njabini where I had the opportunity of showing off the place where I have been living since October. My family immediately fell in love with the kids (just as I had) and vise versa. Having them there with me was a feeling ill never forget.

            Unfortunately, that next night was time to say goodbye. The two weeks with them had flown by faster than I could have ever imagined. It was back to New Jersey and DC for them and back to Njabini for me.

            After getting off a very rainy Matatu ride, I knew the hike back up the mountain to our home was going to be a muddy one. I have learned that this hike in flipflops is not a fun one when mud is involved, so, I threw them in my bag, rolled up my jeans, and walked barefoot up the muddy road carrying a camera bag, backpack, and duffle bag in the rain (Dad-don’t worry I put the camera in a plastic bag before hand).  As I walked, I thought to myself, “I am back”. I reminded myself of all the crazy experiences I had shared with my family and it made me smile. It made me realize that the answer to my question is “having loved ones visit, despite the pain they leave behind after saying goodbye, is definitely well worth it.”

            The past three months I have pondered the possibility of hiking Mount Kilimanjaro during my stay in Africa. I have heard many stories of what an incredible experience it is from the various people I have met. I always found myself so jealous of such an accomplishment, but have never accepted the idea of doing it myself because of the cost. Well, all that hesitation was thrown out the window when a wonderfully passionate and dedicated woman from the states came to volunteer here for the second time. She said “If I was able to raise the money to do, what makes you think you cant?” That night she and I set up a firstgiving site to help make my trip in February happen. So far I have raised nearly $1,300. I need $2,000 to fund my trip. However, my goal is $5,000 so that any money over $2,000 gets donated to Flying Kites. I am so excited and think that it’s definitely a possibility that I raise the money. If you, or someone you know wants to donate to a very exciting cause, a little bit goes a long way! The URL to my firstgiving site is, http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/stephrichardson/hiking-kilimanjaro.

         I miss everyone more than ever! I hope all is well with each and every one of you! Love and Kisses – Aunite Stephanie