What is this (the dark spot)? It is the end. At least that is what a Masai woman told us when we rode up to her manyatta Friday midday.
A couple of guys (we were more, but after some mechanical attrition…) went with me on a ride into the Rift Valley on Friday, May 1, Labour Day. We were mostly just exploring, and it was amazing. We were out in the middle of no where, but as I have been finding out, no where is no where here (you may have to read that a few times to make sense of it). There are always people around, even in the driest most remote of places. Just stop for 5 minutes and a someone will wander out of the bush wondering what you are up to. If you are lucky, they speak Swahili. The woman at this manyatta did. I asked her if the road continued, there were a few manyattas back further that were built right on the “road” and we diverted around them. She answered that this was the end, and “Hakuna barabara ingine” – There is no other road. I asked how many were in her family and she said they were 8, there was a little one with her eating some ugali. We stopped for a moment, drank some water, which I felt a little bad about because I am sure she had to hike every day to get some. We turned back and were off to explore another road.
On the way to that manyatta we ran across 3 impalas (not Chevys, the other kind). They were right on the rocky track we were riding on. Once I was sure the other guys saw them, I tried to catch up to them. God sure knows how to design things. I was going as fast as I could on this rocky terrain, on a machine, and I could not catch up to them. They all stayed on the track for about 1km, then one finally veered off. Not too much farther another one turned off. The last one went at least another kilometer. It was amazing to watch.
Later in the ride we were headed down a long fairly smooth stretch along a beautiful ridge and next to a dry creek bed. The Ngong Hills were off to the right and acacia trees everywhere. I had the bike up to about 100km/h and it felt great. I yelled out loud, “God, I cannot believe I get to do this!” It hit me very hard right there. Some people may think we have given up a lot to be here, and maybe from their perspective we have.
Sunday there was a guest speaker at church. He is the Pastor of Kianjogu church, where I gave the Easter message. I offered him a ride to town so he could get a bus home. He mentioned he was going to someone’s house first. So we got him in the car too and headed to his house. It was completely impromptu, his wife and two girls left earlier and took a matatus home, barely beating us. Never the less, we were invited in for a meal. Hospitality does not run short here. We were honored guests.
As I was riding, and Sunday after church as we ate, I realized how blessed we are. When God says to do something, He always has our best interest in mind. The more we are able to see the world from His perspective, the more we see how good He is. Hakuna barabara ingine. Mungi ni mwema, wakati wote.