We visited the church of the Bishop Joshua, a Maasai man, who has become one of the most well known pastoral figures in East Africa. Born with Polio in the Bomas of the Maasai people, he was miraculously healed and has planted over 80 churches in the area. Refusing to take a position in a mega church, he stays in his home church in Olesambo until it grows large enough to send some out to begin a new one. He has escaped multiple assassination attempts by the leaders of local Maasai who are opposed to his evangelism. The level of persecution he has been subjected to is astounding. The the late 1990's, BBC investigated a story in which he was taken out and beaten to death by the Maasai in the area, but was seen after completely healed. After spending the weekend on the base in Arusha, we returned to Engikaret.
CORRECTION; The baby and mother in my previous blog names are Sikata, the mother, whose baptismal name is Resiki. The Baby's name had been decided later and is now Sarah.
Driving from Arusha to Engikaret is always an adventure. The roads are full of people, motorcycles, carts, and animals. Honking your horn is actually a sort of polite thing to do, since it announces you are coming, and coming very quickly. Driving on the left side of the road has been comically stressful enough, but with no lines and most of the roads being washed out dirt paths, I have practically worn a hole in my shoe pressing my imaginary brake pedal. There are potholes here, that I don't really think can be considered potholes. When you have to drive down into the pothole, and up and out the other side, its more like a crater.
Driving here is always an adeventure. The 'roads' are full of people, carts, motorcycles, dala dalas and herds of animals. With no lines and only one main paved road, most the roads are washed out dirt paths with potholes you have to drive to the bottom of and up and out the other side. More like craters. Honking the horn here is actually a sort of polite thing to do. It announces that you are coming, and coming very quickly. Driving on the left side has been comically stressful enough, but when motorcycles pass you on both sides and animals get startled...Needless to say I have worn a hole in my shoe stomping on my imaginary brake pedal.
But driving through this landscape is fascinating. It is sometimes as barren as it is beautiful, and harsh as it lush. With the rainy season approaching, much of the area is parched and dust ridden. Leaving herds vulnerable to dehydration and disease, meaning shepherds, and families must travel greater distances to buy and sell their livelihood crops, or find good water. Everything here, revolves around water, absolutely everything. If there is not enough, you work to find it. If you find it you work to get it, or store it. If you store it, you work to filter it or keep it clean. It is an invaluable resource and I am learning its luxury.