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During the weekend of July 9th and 10th I experienced the face of Kenya’s future, which is captured in the image below.
Kenya’s future is not in Nairobi; not in Mombasa; not even in Nakuru. Kenya’s future will come from children that we saw on the drive to Menengai Crater chasing our van (Matatu) begging for food. Kenya’s future will come from children we directly talked with while going to and from our van to our boat in Lake Baringo. The picture in this blog post are children from the village where we took our scenic boat trip.
Let me first describe the experiences on Sat July 9th while driving up to Menengai Crater, because I’m a chronological guy 🙂
As in any lengthy drive in many parts of the world, we had snacks in the van … water, chips, biscuits (cookies), sweets (candy), and chocolate. We had been enjoying these throughout the day while at Lake Nakuru National park and had a few leftover by mid afternoon when we decided to go to the crater. Maybe as we got about half way to the crater the scenery started to change. It was, at first, a subtle change, then became more and more pronounced as we got closer and closer to the crater. The subtle shift seemed to be from small businesses at the side of the road to agricultural … maize (corn) crops started appearing more and more frequently along the side of the road. The more dramatic shift was in the homes. We had seen shacks, but these shacks that were people’s homes was something quite different. Most appeared to be made from mud and were quite dilapidated. In some of the homes, we could see goats in what I would assume was a front door into the home. Then came another dramatic shift … the children … the many children in very poor condition. Almost all had no shoes, many had threadbare clothes and many more still had no shirts. It was obvious this was an area of poverty; of living with no electricity; of subsistence living. The children themselves were amazing! Smiles on all of their faces; a friendly wave, a shout of Jambo in response to our Jambos! There were many touching glimpses and moments on that drive up. Children with water jugs on their heads. Children with large (and I mean large) bundles of sticks and wood on their backs. Children working in the fields. We decided to give whatever snacks we had in our van to them; however we decided to do that on the way back to reduce the word from getting around as demand far (far!) exceeded our supply.
When we reached the crater and started walking around, I walked to a spot I thought would be good for pictures. On my way to that spot I passed two young couples, probably in their late teens. I shouted Jambo (hello) out to them, they all responded back and called me over. They told me one of the girls was celebrating her birthday. Then they invited me to join them in her celebration! I politely declined as I felt it was intrusive. They insisted, at the very least, I have a piece of birthday cake and a glass of coke. They came from the same area we had just driven though, yet they showed such warmth, friendliness, and generosity with their food and drink. This is Kenya. This in the future of Kenya. This is what makes me feel privileged to be here!
With that experience fresh in my mind as we drove back, we shared with the children along the roadside what limited snacks we had leftover. It was not enough. It will never be enough.
The second experience I wanted to share happened the next day on July 10th at Lake Baringo. This was even more intense.
Lake Baringo is known for it’s tourist boat rides out onto the lake, so that’s what we did when we got there, late Sunday morning. There’s a slight walk from where we arranged for the boat and the boats themselves. The walk is through a little village, probably no more than 3 or 4 minutes in what I would be used to. As soon as we started walking we were descended upon by children and young people. Many asked for things, which we had brought and gave out like pencils and writing pads and chocolates. However a few, mostly older children and youth engaged us individually in discussions as we were walking. They started out by asked where we were from. We wanted to give, but it was impossible to give to everyone and the older and stronger ones seemed to be in front the most. This experience was very difficult for all of us as we knew the need far surpassed what little we could provide. In a way, it seemed that begging was the children’s job. As soon as a tourist van shows up, I felt they were told in some way to beg for whatever they could get. What was also different was that while we were out on the boat, the drivers asked us to donate money to help the village. Interestingly I was told how much to donate as well 😦 The combination of being out on boat, being asked to donate and being told how much to donate made me feel very uncomfortable. I had no idea whether anyone other than the boat would actually get any of this money. It was a very unique situation I found myself in that day.
Now, finally to the point and subject of this post … what I experienced that weekend is the future of Kenya. How can Kenya have a brighter and better future if there are such dramatic differences in how people live? How can Kenya “bootstrap” itself, if children’s “jobs” appear to be begging? How can I propose an e-Vote set of recommendations when people live a subsistence lifestyle on the outskirts of Kenya’s fastest growing city?
Kenya has a Grand Challenge ahead of itself and it needs, it must consider basic societal infrastructure to move the majority of it’s people beyond subsistence living as part of the grand challenge. From what I have seen, I believe, I trust that Kenya can and will succeed in the Grand Challenge!