The biggest toddlers I've ever seen

Fun fact: every Kenyan I have asked thinks elephants are ugly.

I have to disagree. I have seen the elephant orphans…

Last Saturday I traveled a mere 10 kilometers out of central Nairobi- past the slums, past the motocross course, past the artisan/merchant outskirts- to Nairobi National Park. A few smallish stables and other wooden buildings dot the bush. Besides these few structures, the landscape cascades from between the trees. The elephant orphanage.

I stood next to the guard rope and strained to see into the bush. A Kenyan in a green jumper emerged wheeling several dozen bottles, followed by a string of 15 self-conscious, yet hungry toddlers. These youngsters hemmed and hawed until a green-suited keeper handed them a bottle. Slowly, the elephants joined a 15-bottle salute, each trunk cradling the bottle above the elephant’s head in an apt position for suckling.

As he or she finished, each elephant took to play time, they are merely toddlers after all. In typical toddler style, some threw tantrums for more milk, burping and ‘open-mouth breathing’ in the keepers’ faces. Most of the elephants’ mouths were between 5-6 feet high, giving the keepers a facefull and instantly endearing me toward their quirkiness!

The head-keeper explained the orphan project, named and told the story of each elephant orphan, while I watched them gafaw. “ok, he is just making up names and stories for these big critters”, crossed my mind. However, as I watched, I began to notice idiosyncrasies of each elephant’s personality. One kept getting stuck in the water hole, it’s legs too short to climb up the lip to dry land. She kept back-sliding on her tummy into the mud! Her elephant buddies stood ‘round watching, until one plopped down right on her head. I mean, just sat on her friends head for a bit, jesting at the others with her trunk, then, rose to eat some leaves. Another tried to assist the waterlogged elephant by using her head to push the rump of the stuck elephant to dry land! The helper finally gave up and ended up playing with the soccer ball!!

One loved rolling in the dirt on his back.
One playfully lassoed her trunk overhead and looked at us as if, “check this out”.
One sat down like a dog on the edge of the waterhole and slid into the water like a waterslide!
The two youngest, 5 months old, were too coy for those type of shenanigans. They walked the perimeter of the rope with their trunk resting on the ankle of the keeper. These little ones were only about knee height from ground to top of the head!! Once close enough, I rested my palm atop her dirt caked block-head. She wiggled her hears (maybe she’s seen dumbo) in response:)  

AHHHHH! They are so adorably human.

Even better than my wistful elephant watching, was hearing about the care and successful reintroduction of these elephants in to the wild. The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust is good people. Part of their operation is funded by an elephant adoption program. This program allows the donor to select a specific elephant to foster for a year and allows the donor privileges of watching the elephant bed any night, emailed updates on progress/happenings, and watching some of its reintroduction to the wild (assuming that happens the year you foster)!!!!!! WHATTTTT? I know I promised to return home without any adopted children, BUT…..early ‘me-gift’ for my birthday? Possibly.

 

David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust Elephant Orphanage: http://www.sheldrickwildlifetrust.org/index.asp

Video on website above. Anti poaching! Brief traumatic images:
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Into the Unknown City

Nearly a full week of orienting under my belt! My head is spinning from the mass quantities of info, excitement for my ministry and how quickly tight relationships form. Some kind of solidarity unites adventuresome, foreign, brothers and sisters in Christ on a self-sustaining compound—who’d a thunk?

I’m wading through Lent in this new environment. As I was leaving Dallas, I reflected on how this experience would affect my Lenten commitments and intention. Now, sitting amongst the Nairobi traffic, Lent has surprised me with an AfricanEllie parallel:

I am in a Matatu, a public minivan outfitted with neon plastic seats, blaring the best of Kenya radio. The excitement for reaching the city center is building while I jostle among a throng of Kenyan bodies. I am travelling to inner Nairobi for the first time. The unknown.

In a broader context, the anticipation to get to the coast is building! Not only have I learned there are 8 newly trained (a few months new) women coaches in an area where women’s sports have never existed, the coastal planting season for maize is nearly upon us!
Now, Lent, a time devoted to travelling deeper into God’s unknown city, is palpable. As I pursue depth in my Lenten discipline, my anticipation for Eastertide magnifies. My understanding of sacrificial suffering holds new weight. My hope in the resurrection becomes more resolute!

A hunger to get out there to share sports and agriculture grips me. I am not ignoring the challenge to come, rather, I’m revitalized by the importance of dying daily to be with these people, playing hard for this village and, and breaking my back in labor.

 

Bring on the grit, sweat, exhaustion that is the unknown.

Narobi State of Mind

Thank goodness travel to Kenya from Dallas takes a couple days! Without that time to settle into the reality of travel, Nairobi would be even more of a dream. My body and mind have pit jetlag against unending enthusiasm and information gathering. So far: enthusiasm-7, jetlag- a very notable 1 (fell asleep, twitched awake, fell asleep, twitched awake and finally held onto my cheeks during a particularly lengthy prayer. Everyone else had their eyes closed, whew). Beyond the sleepy, there is much about Nairobi life at SIM that is dreamy-especially now that I have a better understanding of village life:

>Life of the Compound Tribe- I have catalogued: 7 single women of varying life-stage, 4 families and 3 couples within its walls. Each from distinct culture, country and performing different assignments through SIM in Nairobi! Clashes on the badminton court, picking avocados, dinner+movie or dinner+game nights, and bleaching vegetables are common afternoon recreation for the missionary species.

The dwellings are packed tightly and tall, but have ample kitchen, common and bathroom space with toilet paper. The beds are draped in a gauzey mosquito netting that gives the recumbent a feeling of a queen!

Those guarding, both canine and homo sapien, are goofy and loquacious with residents, yet bite intruders. Upon arrival, a new resident must warmly greet the guarding pair to gain admittance to the tribe, lest either bite. Gaining acceptance is a whole other matter, riding on badminton.  

>INTERNET! Im downloading sermons (COTI speakers, cough….), music, videos, sporty and agricultural resources so I can pull them up when internet is in short or no supply. Ive already had one skype date!

>English Speakers. Although, backgrounds on the compound vary, everyone speaks some form of English. Nairobi does too. Somewhat of a bummer that I must rely on others to know English instead of conversing in their comfortable German, Swahili, Cantonese, etc. However, I’m relishing the relative ease of conversation now! My 2-3 week language learning course begins next Monday (3.24.2014).

>Now we're Cookin. There is a slim chance I will be able to cook in the village, at least until my host family gets used to my presence. For now, I’m daily visiting the markets, buying bizarre, fresh produce and having fun! I made coconut pancakes on my first morning- tropical and delicious!

>running water, washing machine, electricity. I believe there are light-bulbs and a few outlets, but Kenyans have mentioned there is no “real electricity” in the village. Naturally, I am using the heck out of the stove, blender, shower, lights, dvd players, while I can.

>church. Who says you can’t shake your thang on Sunday morning? Americans maybe…not Kenyans! More than a little side-step, full choreographed numbers, with plenty of room for freestyling, is enjoyed by kids, grandparents and everyone in between. I have been promised the village church mommas practice their moves during the week for Sunday! I will be up there week one (assuming it’s culturally appropriate) shakin with the best of em-or at least trying.

I am so eager to get to the village, BUT for now, Nairobi is sweet! I will be here for nearly a month while I prepare language, body, mind, spirit with all of the SIM programming.

Please skype:ermack19 or email:ermack19@gmail.com if you fancy since I have the luxury!

Prayer:

Soccer skills-im practicing daily, so im not all left feet when I arrive

Language learning!!!-im very aware of how far I need to go
Thanksgiving for my fantastic housemates!
Praise for being in KENYA. I love it here-who could have guessed:)

 

T-5

CAN YOU BELIEVE: Its T-5 days till departure day!

To celebrate, here’s a look at T-5 things packed in Big Blue, my trekking backpack:

1.       A bear bell. Given to me at Christmas, this silver bell is intended to alert critters and beasts as you make your way down the trail. I am not anticipating encounters with the African Ursidae, nor am I hoping it will effectively ward off King Baboon Spiders (if only). This bell is much more optimistic! Seemingly exact in replica to the Polar Express bell, this piece of hardware rings just as sweetly! The bear bell is a reminder to believe. Be a child, take leaps of faith, go somewhere no one else goes.

2.       Only 1 pair of pants! In the village women wear long skirts. Danielle, my soon to be American house-mate, promised a trip to the local tailor. She said African fabrics, exciting colors and skirt makers are in good supply. Mwanamke maridadi (stylish laday)!

3.       Iodine tablets. Will I need to purify my water? Will I need to boil pots of water to sterilize? I will write back with the answers!

4.       Tie-dye head band. Lindsay knit me a headband for Christmas and made me vow to wear it every day in Africa: ) The Headband is wool…Africa is warm. But, it’ll definitely make the trip.

5.       Translation Equipment/Bible/DVD. Other SIM missionaries in Kenya have requested stateside family members mail me a myriad of small items ill be transporting to the field! I am pleased to give these personal items safe passage. Somehow this makes me reflect on what I’m bringing with me. Not the material items, the x-factor, what really matters!: my God, experiences, friends and family, excitement, companionship for Danielle, extra hands, my time, fresh eyes

“I am well supplied, having received from Epaphroditus the gifts you sent, a fragrant offering, a sacrifice acceptable and pleasing to God. And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus”- Philippians 4:18-19

Advent in Kenya

Advent! The season of preparation for Emmanuel has a new meaning this year.

In mid-October, I was contacted by SIM with a change of plans. The original departure date SIM and I set, December 2, has now been moved to March 2014. The American project managers of SportsFriends in Malindi, Kenya, John and Allison Smith, are in need of unexpected leave from the mission field. The health of John’s mother being precarious, SIM arranged for their stateside return to love and care for her! It was tough to stomach the Smith’s news as I imagined their reaction overseas and understood that I would not be arriving in Kenya in December. However, this circumstance allowed me to grow a new respect for SIM. SIM’s compassion to the Smith’s need and hasty reaction to the Smith family is wildly reassuring in my own circumstance. The happenings of the Smiths and the delay in my departure continue to remind me that this journey is not my own, but a parcel! A gift to arrive in good time like His Son. Ahh, so I arrive at a place of confidence!

My new assignment, located south of Malindi, fell into my life about a week ago! The remote coastal village compound, is midway between Malindi and Mombasa. Although I don’t know much about the village (the internet does not have much to say about this mere blip on the map), I do know some about my work and accommodations. A Kenyan minister and his wife have opened their home for my room and board. I will have a presence in the school, church and farm (African veggies yippee) on the compound as well as participating in a travelling SportsFriends ministry in surrounding villages!!!!! What a well designed assignment for this sporty, farmy white girl! The nuances of this placement are proof that God is actively sewing my thread into Kenya. Just in time for ThanksgivingJ   

I’ll keep this blog updated on my upcoming departure as my work permit paperwork files through.

Peace for now, and much thanks too!

Happy Thanksgiving, the best time of the year

 

 

 

Prayer requests: John and Allison Smith family, sweet time with family for the holidays

History in Funfacts

Hello, crew! Lets start Mackin' in Kenya!
While preparing to and living in the costal village of Malindi, Kenya as a short term missionary under SIM, I plan on updating this space with any sort of musings, processings and stories. I have yet to learn how accessible email will be. However, keeping  this blog going seems to be a great way to get the story of Kenya and Ellie 'out there'. So...lets giddyup!

In attempt to grasp the Malindi I will be encountering, I did a little digging into the village's past. Just incase you missed the AP World History course on Malindi, Kenya, here is a refresher on the major influences on the Eastern coast of Kenya.

Funfacts about those who have gone before me to Malindi*:

• 700s-800s- Arab traders mobilize Islam down the Eastern coast of Africa
• 1300s- Swahili village of Malindi is recognized as an international, sophisticated trading port
• A Swahili-Arab subculture pervades the port
• 1414- Chinese, led by the "tiger walking" Zheng He, arrive in Malindi!
• made land during an exhibition commissioned by the Ming Dynasty in pursuit of the Jianwen Emperor, the escaped predecessor .  
• In a relatively diplomatic exchange the Chinese traded fine porcelain and gold for a Giraffe, thought to be a deity-ohh lala! 
• 1498- April 15th, Vasco da Gama, the first explorer to reach India by sea, is welcomed by the Sultan of Malindi; the Portuguese center of influence on Eastern Africa is born.
• Vasco da Gama is a member of St. James of the Sword, Catholic militaristic mission organization affirmed by Pope Alexander III
• 1500s- Malindi becomes a major supply station for the Portuguese
• 1666- Oromo people take over Malindi. Arab traders and Portugese influence localizes in Mumbasa, 120 Km south.
• 1670s-mid 1800s- Malindi nearly ceases to exist due to skirmishes between the Oromo, Masai and Somali people in the region
• 1861- Sultan of Zanzibar reestablishes Malindi!!!woooWOOOOO
• 1920s and 1930s- Malindi becomes a tourist destination for Europeans:) Hola, Dobry den, Ciao, Guttentag, Hei, Bonjour, Goddag, Ola, Hallo:)  
• Ernest Hemmingway gets his kicks by wrangling marlin, sailfish and wahoo while staying the village
• 1960s-2013- popular tourist destination for several western European countries, but most popular with the ITALIANS!

*paraphrased from several Wikipedia pages, http://www.justkenya.org/kenya/malindi/malindi-history.asp, and http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/ht/?period=08&region=afa#/Key-Events