I have a few minutes to myself this evening, with the boys off to see a movie, and thought I would try to capture in words a curious thing I am discovering here in Kenya. It is this idea that things look one way at first, but upon inspection and experience, are in fact a totally different way. Mom used to tell us not to judge a book by its cover.
Habari za asubuhi – Good morning (news of the morning) from Nairobi! Kiswahili, the other language of the people of Kenya, translates to our good morning. The energy of a city of 9 million people greeted me at 7 a.m. after going to sleep at 4 a.m., certainly the combination of which requires some excellent coffee.
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
— T.S. Eliot
Here we are a year and a half later, and the end is nigh to the beginning… something like that. We shall see how things progress, but for now we go visit and let healing take its course in our little family so we can all decide what each of us wants from life. I think the geography and “where” matter not. It is the “who” that really matters most. And while we wax sappy, here is the song about all of this: