

I have spent 5 days living with the local community in Muhuru Bay, Kenya. It's difficult to capture the diversity of experiences in a few short paragraphs but I'll give it a try.
The warmth of our welcome in this community is widespread. Walking down paths alongside farms, we frequently hear "muzunga"--white person--no way to be inconspicuous. Then children come running to shake our hands. We have been welcomed into many homes and have seen the breadth of living accommodations, ranging from thatch roof, mud walled one room huts to multi-room homes with ceilings. We visited with Mike's friend, Saddam, meeting his grandfather, parents, and many of his 11 siblings. We also visited Verah's family, a remarkable young woman with educated, supportive parents who went away for high school and heads to university tonight.
Life here is challenging. There is no electricity in this community. There are a few homes and building with solar panels but in general, when the sun sets it is DARK! There are poles erected and promises from the district officer of electricity by December--cautious optimism. The lack of lights makes studying or basic home activities difficult--paraffin or kerosene lamps create very dim, local lighting.
Water must be hauled from the lake. This is the duty of girls and women. Where we are staying at the chief's compound, they pay someone to bring large plastic jugs on a bicycle from the lake up a narrow dirt path.
Sanitation is a pit latrine-a hole in a concrete floor in a tin roofed hut with a hole in the floor.
Three of us are staying in a two room home with concrete walls and floor and open rafters below a tin roof. Two of us share a twin bed and the third uses a couch, with mosquito nets around us. At night, we hear bats and mice above us. (The cat who sneaked in last night was no help--she got brave and cuddled instead of reducing the mice population.)
Despite the adversity, the people in Muhuru Bay hold so much hope for the future. They find great joy in music and sing a capella frequently.
The old chief died 3 weeks ago and the first two days of our visit was his funeral and burial. The outpouring of people (no idea how many but would guess several thousand),their support for the family and each other touched my heart. The first day, they brought his body from Migori in an ambulance--a two hour motorcade. Then people viewed the body and sang all night. The second day was the funeral (in Luo)--an all day tribute to Rose's dad, a man who had been a strong leader in this part of Kenya, followed by burial.
Life is quieting down now in the chief's compound, although guests continue to travel to pay their respects.
The opportunity to bring strong education to young women and help them expand what they can do for Muhuru Bay is so inspiring.
The next few days we will visit schools to distribute sanitary pads and first aid kits and meet with Officer at Tagache Clinic, the only health facility in this area. We want to understand how to partner with the clinic and gain a better appreciation of where we can help.
Look forward to sharing these experiences.
Carrie
Muhuru Bay, Kenya
September 8, 2008