It’s me again, and I’m reporting once again live from Kenya! The past couple of months have been hot and dry. Now, I thought this was the normal weather for Kenya, but I was informed that we were in a severe drought. The cows started getting skinny and I was told that people all over Kenya were praying for rain. I too joined in with those prayers. I need to stop my story here, and remind you that there is a lot of power in prayer and that you should not underestimate it. God answered our prayers and the rain came!
In previous months, I would ride to the clinic in just a short sleeved t-shirt even though all the other riders wore heavy jackets and hats. One day, the principal of the school told me I should start wearing a coat when I ride to the clinic because I might catch Pneumonia. I busted out with the hardiest laugh and was about to high five him for making such a good joke when… I turned and looked at Francis who was trying to give me the eye signal to inform me that he wasn’t joking at all. Apparently, it’s a common belief here, that if you ride your motorcycle without a heavy jacket, you WILL catch Pneumonia. Francis told me stories of people coming into the clinic who had a cough for two years and knew exactly why – because they biked one day without their jacket! This is serious stuff and not to be joked about… Or so I have been told.
Now back to the rainy season. A couple of days ago, I was at the clinic wrapping it up for the day when I saw the dark clouds rolling in. I was supposed to bring someone from the clinic to the camp and I didn’t want to be sliding around with a passenger, so we left in a hurry! About 5 minutes into our ride, it starts pouring. The roads I drive on are not too bad, but you do have to watch out for loose rocks. So here I am, driving a motorbike in the rain for the first time ever, with a 200 pound guy on the back of my bike, probably holding on for dear life! We slipped and slid our way all the way to camp but finally made it safely. I’m sure he was terrified given that I was pretty frightened myself. After we had gotten hot drinks and warmed up a bit I asked him if he had had enough of a scare for one day… His reply was, “Umm you could say that”. I’ve heard it takes a lot of talent and skill to scare the locals at something they do everyday. It looks like I have an abundance of that talent.
You would probably think that I learned my lesson, and departed as soon as I saw the dark clouds rolling in the next day, right? Well the clinic was busy, and before I knew it, it was raining! No… It was POURING. If I waited for the rain to slow down the roads would be too wet and slippery… So I left the clinic in the down pour.
I was drenched instantly. I no longer worried about the loose rocks because they had probably all washed away in the severe rainstorm. The temperature had dropped and of course I forgot to bring my jacket. I started to think that maybe pneumonia wasn’t such a joke after all. I rode slow enough to keep from slipping, yet fast enough to keep from tipping. The rain came down so hard that it stung as it hit my arms. I couldn’t see with my sunglasses because it was too dark, and I couldn’t ride with my eyes open because the rain was so heavy. So I drove with one eye squeezed shut and the other eye just open enough to see where I was going. I started getting so cold I was shaking which is not helpful when you are trying to keep a bike steady on slippery roads! I thought I was going to slip at any given moment. Then… I saw this huge truck coming towards me. The roads aren’t that wide so I slowed way down and waited for him to pass me. Don’t worry, he was kind enough to not slow down and drench me from head to toe in muddy water.
But I made it to camp safely, and I was so, so thankful! It took hours to warm up and I think my clothes still haven’t dried 3 days later. So far I don’t have pneumonia, although I realize it could take two years for me to get it. There were probably numerous times where my guardian angels had to step in and help me out, and I am so thankful for that.
Even after all that, I find that I would always prefer to drive rather than be the passenger. My bike had a flat the other day and so I got a local to give me a ride back to camp for 150 shillings ($1.60). The swerving back and forth wouldn’t have even bothered me too much–If he was looking at the road while he was swerving. He spent most of the drive looking down at his screwdriver that was jammed into the bike to be used as a shifter. The screwdriver fell out about every 5 minutes and we had to stop, run back, pick it up, and jam it back in. And about every 2 minutes I had to loosen my grip on the seat because I was losing circulation in my fingertips. Such fun adventures! 🙂
We ran out of gas about 10 minutes from camp and while he got fuel, I hung out with the kids that always wave to me when I bike by. These children make me feel like a celebrity. Even though they have so little, they give so much with those big smiles of theirs. It’s enough to make you forget all about the rain, scary bike rides, and flat tires.
That’s all for now! I want to encourage you to come to God with your worries and He will come through for you! He will rain down solutions and He will never fail to take care of you. If you are in a scary situation, just cry out to Him, I guarantee He is listening and eager to help!