Sent: Sunday, February 3, 2008
Subject: This week
Hello,
Another week in Nairobi and I’m beginning to feel like I’m the bearer of doom and gloom every time I sit down to write. Let me say something on the up side first to make sure I do – it’s sunny and hot, and I’m wearing shorts. This morning we skipped our usual church to attend a once-per-month hymn sing that’s held at the Mennonite Guest House. People just randomly pick hymns and we sing them acapella for an hour. It may sound like old school to many, but our family enjoys these times of fellowshipping within our own culture and being nourished by the words. It was a nice break.
This past week the constant underlying tension was replaced by a rollercoaster of extremes. Just after midnight Tuesday, a new Opposition MP (member of parliament) was murdered outside his home on the other side of town. The Opposition calls it assassination; the government calls it murder. Many didn’t hear about it until after heading out for the day, so our school started as normal but with the administration meeting right away to decide what to do. Riots had broken out in various parts of town and other towns, and it was uncertain whether it was going to be safe to send some of the buses back to their normal stops. They ended up sending the students from the affected parts of town home at noon in case it would take a while to get there or find safer places, and many other parents showed up at school to take their kids home early.
The same day, Dan heard there were leaflets being distributed about demonstrations to take place the next day in Kikuyu Town. Two non-Kikuyu clinical officers took emergency leave and left to safer places. Dan was able to get to work Wednesday and keep busy till almost 4:00. In the meantime, politician Uhuru Kenyatta visited the demonstrations and helped quiet people. By the time Dan came along to go home, there were just people hanging around but nothing going on. The road, however, was a half mile of obstacle course. The government has been doing construction on the shoulders for many months, and the rioters were happy to scatter all those available rocks across the road. Public transportation had given up that route many hours before, so Dan gave a lift to two nurses several miles. They would have been walking for hours to get home.
That same morning I started my teaching job with two days of observation in the class room. Grace’s kindergarten teacher said at lunch that that morning all the house staff on their compound had shown up scared, saying they’d been told they had until 6 p.m. to get out of their houses. There was a bunch of unused staff rooms on their compound, and so Kim’s husband spent all day going back and forth with a truck to help people get their things out. The next day she related that when their gardener had gone for his things, there was a gang waiting outside his door, sharpening their pangas (machetes) and taunting him the whole time he packed up. He was very traumatized.
Thursday seemed like a much more normal day, but then in the afternoon we found out that - surprise surprise! - another Opposition MP had been murdered in Eldoret. The police were quick to write it off as a “crime of passion” – there was also a woman murdered in the same car. The Opposition maintains it is another assassination. Many of us expected it to set everyone off like the Tuesday incident, but fortunately the government’s excuse must have worked. Now there are doubts about the circumstances. It was close enough to the end of the school day that we finished the day with smiles but sent everyone home in lieu of after-school activities.
Friday was our elementary/middle school sports day. It may seem like a sports day would be low priority in a time like this, but it was a morale booster. It’s important to keep the kids going in as normal of a schedule as possible. With them already missing 8.5 days, the high school cultural trips, and many games, it would have been a shame for the younger ones to miss an annual day that they really look forward to.
The weekend has been quiet, on a relative scale. The two sparring parties have agreed on a four-point plan to end the violence within two weeks and work toward a political solution within a year. I know all those passages about praying with faith and about how having no faith in prayer works against the answer. But I’ve also seen too much over five weeks to be honest in saying I believe this will smooth out quickly. It’s developed into way more than a political issue. Leaflets and threats against certain communities are still being distributed. We have friends at church who any of you would enjoy knowing, but they were born to “the wrong kind.” Kinyua and Mary will be moving out tomorrow, and then that room will be on standby in case we need to receive Benjamin and Everlyne and their three children, or Elisha and Ann and their three children, or who knows.
The diplomats have been in the news this week calling this “ethnic cleansing.” I despise that term. It is diplomat-speak to prevent people from becoming inflamed as they would for “genocide.” It is insensitively sanitary. I guess it is technically correct since actual genocide involves methodically trying to kill off a whole group. I can tell you, though, from having seen the worry in Benjamin’s face on Monday and continually watching the methods being employed by both sides, that from the perspective of someone like Benjamin, or Mary, or Kim’s gardener, there’s very little difference. As horrifying as some of what you have seen on the news looks like, I can tell you more.
I am beginning to see and hear of students having trouble processing through some of this, and so at school we are trying to be observant and show grace. For the most part, the theme seems to be that many feel safe, but they feel guilty when they’re disappointed about their own plans being ruined. There are also some who live in the more-affected parts of town who have seen more than their share and are under too much stress. Early this week about 6,000 displaced descended on a police station about eight miles from here. A few friends living near there have been very involved with trying to meet their needs. Our church’s little camp of 270 has been quite a stretcher. To deal with 6,000 and not take that home with you is beyond most.
In the end, I haven’t given up as much as I sound. Despite the circumstances, it really could get a whole lot worse. We have our somewhat peaceful days, and there are many areas of the country that are not at war. The ambassador will host another town meeting at the embassy on Tuesday. We continue to read between the lines on the periodic emails they send us. Overall it seems they are still hopeful but encouraging people to not bring in extra people. It’s not a slim chance that God will decide to deliver this country. It will never be the same, and I’ve buried the old one. South Africa worked through its problems. Maybe this had to happen to shake Kenya into looking at its own.
We heard from many of you this week, some with notes and some with just soothing photos from back home. Thank you for all of the above. We continue to place our trust in a God that is bigger than any politician. Thank you for your continued prayer.
Sally
Dan & Sally Gradin
Christian Blind Mission, International
Nairobi, Kenya, East Africa