Last week there was a golf tournament at RVA. One of the staff at the kid’s school put together a small par three course around the upper field. So now this spring instead of rugby cheers on the paddock, you hear cries of “Fore!” Small groups moved around the course, with a closest to the pin contest and free cokes for each hole in one. The low scorer won two free pizzas from the local Pizza Inn. Its a tiny course, but it is a lot of fun for a quick nine holes. Tennis courts are water hazards. Soccer goals are tall trees in the fairway. The wind blows across the pitch toward Mt. Longonot in the valley. You are considered in the hole when your ball is within a club length of the flag. There are no greens and the fairways are deep as rough. David and Peter have picked up clubs for almost the first time, and progress is being made by all of us in our nine iron game.
Scan through this latest notice and tell me you do not agree that life is viewed more spiritually here.6th Presidential Address on COVID-19 – 16th may, 2020
I mentioned a few days ago about the rain. Here are some pictures from the flooded out bridge and abandoned train station. We took a pretty long hike (appx 8 miles round trip) to get up to the area of the mud slides. Wow! It was impressive, and I think with more rain we can expect more damage unfortunately.
Rainy season is in full swing! The kids have started back into their third trimester of the year. Both the school year and rainy season will end sometime in July. So far COVID is ok, but we are hearing sad stories from Tanzania just south of Kenya. I have a lighter schedule next week, and so I hope to get caught up on many mini-projects that I have on the brain. That is unless corona virus infections arrives. Then it is all hands on deck until it calms down. Keep praying for us! We are praying for you in return.
I have nooooo idea what it means to live in poverty although I see it all the time.
I helped a local youth buy a motorcycle (piki). He was so thankful because with that piki he can earn a reliable $3.50 each day giving mototaxi rides. That is enough to provide his family with food. He recently had his piki impounded by the police because they said he was driving it after curfew (he denies this and says it was around 5 PM – there is a good chance the police are using the curfew as a way to line their pockets during this time of financial stress). They were also upset because he was driving without a face mask. He told me there was no way he could afford a mask because they cost $1.00 which is an incredible amount of money for him. He also was asking if I could help him with $10 dollars to get his piki out of the impound lot, which was completely unattainable, especially now that his piki was impounded.
Despite living around it, I cannot understand what it is like to live with this type of financial stress. True poverty is inconceivable for an American.