I realized my last few post have been a bit ‘heavy’
so I thought I’d also update on the lighter side of things and share a few stories with you.
Since I moved to my new place at the University
Farm, I have been living a bit outside of the actual town of Kisayani. Furthermore,
since I make a lot of field visits I also thought that I could have use for a
bicycle instead of paying for bodaboda motorbikes to take me everywhere.
I tried finding one to rent for a month, but
bikes here are used heavily (most often to transport water) and I couldn’t find
one to use on a constant basis. So instead I ended up buying a bike, with a
friend of mine who split the cost. When I move I’ll leave it with him.
To shop for bikes, we had to go to Kibwezi. We looked around for a bit but I didn’t find any I really liked for a good price. The next day I gave my friend the money and entrusted him to bring me back a good one. He came back with a bike, but not any ordinary bike—a sturdy one made bike that everyone else has. Instead he brought back a mountain-bike (I use the word ‘mountain’ lightly). It came with all the bells and whistles (literally) including: bells, flags, front and rear lights, gears, horn, mirror and fenders. As if I didn’t already stick out enough here …
Anyway, this has been my casual means of transport
over the past few weeks. So far I have had 5 flat tires, the horn has fallen
apart, the flag blew away, and the lights don't work. One time I was riding
and the handlebars nearly fell off. Needless to say, this was cheap
Chinese-made bike. The label itself reads “Star
Plan: Long ago…. Men of making bike have Drean”; whatever that is supposed
to mean.
The bike has served me well though, and I get
around on short distances. On the longer distances I have actually taken motorbike lessons and learned how to ride which has been a good side-result of my Star Plan shortcomings.
So cool |
Once I arrived at the school I was introduced
to the head-teacher showed around the school and I was able to greet the classes. At some
points I was left to talk to the kids about Canada: what we eat and how cold it
is there. The kids are unbelievably shy and would just inaudibly whisper their
names if I asked them. After giving a few lectures on the wonders of Canada to
the children I was called outside.
The head-teacher had arranged the entire school
under a giant baobab tree, maybe 200 students from pre-school to standard 8. I
was told I was supposed to give a speech to encourage the kids before their
national examinations the next day.
Children eagerly awaiting my words of wisdom. |
By the end of my speech I asked if anyone had a
question for me. Since the kids were very shy I didn’t expect any. But one of
the older children asked me “how old are you?” I told them I was 23. The kids
all laughed at some of the older students. One of the teachers later told me
that some of the 8th graders were 22.
I also asked why these kids were so shy. The
teachers explained to me that it was because many had not seen a white man
before. Then the teacher in front of the whole crowd asks for show of hands
‘who has seen a mzungu?’ Less than a quarter put their hands up. Then one of
the teachers thought it was a good idea to get each of the kids to greet me.
So, they formed a queue and one-by-one I shook the hands of each of the 200 or so students.
Some speech that was.
Other stories:
Smile! |
Other stories:
- slaughtered a goat
Don't know what it is, but it was under my bed. |
- Killed 7 scorpions and a stinging centipede