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Boarding School - Kenyan Style

A Kenyan in Arroyo Grande?  How exciting is that? A few weeks ago, a mutual acquaintance set up a meeting of myself and a Kenyan gal who is living right in our town!  A mutual friend, Gayle Cuddy of the Telegram Tribune, knew we both had projects in Kenya and wanted very much for us to meet.  So, I could hardly believe it, there I was going into Andreini’s Coffee Shop and meeting one of the very women that I had come to love and respect so much. Of course, being the only Black woman, not to mention Kenyan, there, I walked right up to her, put out my hand in true Kenyan style to shake hands and then give her the accustomed kiss on the cheek, but instead Millie grabbed me with both hands and pulled me close, giving me a huge American hug.  I fell in love with her right away! As we chattered on and on excitedly flipping from one subject to the next, barely able to contain ourselves and with Gayle’s equally excited interjections of her travels in Africa and heart for women, it was such a great time together.  Soon, we discovered that because our travel plans had changed, and we were no longer going into DR Congo, but instead traveling through Kisumu, Kenya on our way to Kakamega, this is exactly where Millie’s project was located.  She begged me, please, go out and visit the boarding school for girls, St. Francis Nyangajo, and also a nearby school and home for disabled students.  Seriously, how could I refuse???? Millie herself had attended this school some 20 years ago as a young girl.  When she was there and even up til last year, the girls had to go down to the river and collect water for drinking, cooking, and bathing.  They had limited facilities, barely meeting their basic needs.  Now that she is living in America, her heart has turned back to the girls at this school, remembering the hardships that she herself went through. Last year alone, Millie was able to drill a well, put in a pump, build an entire new dorm, and put in toilets for the girls. And, just who are these girls???  The school under the current principal, who is as inspiring and passionate, as any woman I have met in Kenya, has gone from 50 girls to almost 500!!! These girls live in nearby villages, with parents paying fees for them to attend.  Some are also orphans, many of whom have lost both parents to HIV AIDS.  They have been sent to live with relatives who have barely enough to exist and certainly not enough to take on yet one more child.  Vivian, the principal, goes out, reaches into the lives of these girls, and pulls them into her school, hoping to find donors who will support these girls. In Kenya, oftentimes, girls will not receive an education at all.  Even in public schools, parents must pay a fee for a very limited education.  Boys are more important in their culture, so if there are three boys and one girl in the family, any monies for schooling will always go for the male children first.  Many, many girls, if they are able to go to school, will not be able to attend anything further than elementary grade levels.  Their future? Many of them will become pregnant and have many children even before they reach 20. This school is lifting these girls out of their oppression and even being victimized by an entire culture.  The administration and teachers are speaking worth, importance, hope and life into their lives in a way that no one else can.  I talked with many of the girls.  EVERY single one of them knew exactly what they wanted for their futures!!  When I asked them, one said she wanted to be a civil engineer; another said she wanted to be a neuro-surgeon, not just a doctor!  And, on and on it went: one an author, one a pharmacist, one a translator for the UN – she already speaks three languages and loves language, so I have no doubt she will reach her goal. In surroundings that would challenge even the best of us, here these girls are allowed to dream big, big dreams.  One thing is for sure, their lives will never be the same again.  I believe with all my heart women are the ones who will change the plight of Kenya.  This principal, women like Millie Klumpp, and the school you are supporting through Appleseed Ministry Group, are not only speaking to the emotional and spiritual lives of these young girls of Africa, but also their physical needs. I believe the change will happen, one by one, as they are lifted out of unbelievably hopeless and sad circumstances into the lives that God wants for them.  One day, we can only hope that even in America, we will treasure the opportunities that God brings our way and rise up, grab ahold of these opportunities and dream the biggest dream we can imagine!  In the meantime, let us all be inspired by these young women!

Orphan Plans to Become Neurosurgeon

Sitting in her barebones classroom surrounded by other small brick buildings, outdoor latrines, and dorms crammed full of boarding school students, this 15-year-old girl declares to us, “I plan to become a neurosurgeon.”  And we believe she will!

When we see the adversity this young orphan has overcome dealing with the loss of both parents, working tirelessly to get to the head of her class so that she can attend this school, and finding sponsors who will pay her way, you figure if she plans to become a rocket scientist, president, or anything else, she will likely succeed.

But… she is one of a thousand who have been given the chance!  You and I are working hard to provide this opportunity to many more like her!

This particular boarding school visit was a weekend side trip.  Brooks will be providing more background on this as well as our visit to a school for handicapped students.

Today, we begin the training of 30-40 leaders in Kakamega.  Over the next two weeks we will be doing the same in three other cities as well as spending time with the women and children’s projects in Kitale. 

Our inner clocks seem to have adjusted (after five to six days) and we seem to be sleeping somewhat normally.  The weather varies depending on elevation--from very hot to somewhat cool in the evenings.  We are so accustomed to the sights and sounds of African cities and villages, that we take little notice of the many animals on the road or the constant stream of pedestrians and bikes carrying goods, food, and water by hand.  I would still love to see Brooks bring our groceries home from the store balanced on her head, but am doubtful that this will happen anytime soon.

Our hosts here in Kakamega are poor in the things of this world but incredibly rich in faith. 

Very contagious!  Love to all of you who are walking with us on this journey!

Off To a Ragged Start

Our 22-year-old son had emergency surgery on Saturday, just two days before time to leave.  Thanks so much for those of you who knew and have been praying.  Fortunately, all went well and he is quite stable.  But, we are off to a ragged start to a long trip, no doubt about it: many hours in the hospital, less sleep than expected, grab and throw everything that was almost packed into suitcases, and jump on the shuttle at 3:45 AM Monday taking us to the airport in Los Angeles.  Whew!  A ragged start! But it makes one think!  Jesus said, “In this world you will have many ragged starts.”  Okay, those were , not his exact words; he said we would have “trouble.”  But, what is up with that?  Trouble.  Ragged starts.  I so often expect that Jesus will work according to my expectations of comfort and ease: “In this world, you will have idyllic starts only.”  Or, “In this world you will have stress-free experiences.”  But no, He promises “trouble.”  Ragged starts. Sometimes my whole life feels ragged and I can fall into that place of discouragement because of it: “God is not at work, I’m on my own, nothing good can come of this, yada, yada… “ Ragged starts and ragged lives can become a seedbed for disillusionment.  I have walked in this far too often. Mercifully, there is more to Jesus’ promise than just “trouble..”  He goes on to say:  “Take courage, I have overcome the world.”  So in the world I will have troubles and ragged starts but God is at work to fulfill His purposes and plans fully and sovereignly through it all. Hmmm…  So maybe the surgery for my son is about more than it seems.  It could be about an opportunity for this young man to start paying attention to God in a fresh way.  That could be more than a good thing; that could be a great thing.  And maybe, as we launch out on this five week trip, the ragged start is a reminder that we are not in control of our plans, our strategies, or any aspect of the work we hope to see God accomplish.  This could be a great starting place saving us much grief as we make far more room for the Spirit to take control, lead, and guide.  It could be that a ragged start is exactly what we need. This strikes me as a superbly true yet challenging thought that, for today at least, I am going to go with and believe: ragged starts, with God, can be the seedbed for His purposes to perfectly unfold… We will keep you posted and let you know how that faith-attitude holds up!

I Wanted to Run Away From This Training

I can honestly say that last week’s leadership training was one of the most remarkable in terms of people quickly grasping new concepts.  God seems to be accelerating his process of raising up new church planters! Nothing illustrates this better than two new friends from Kisii, Kenya who confessed that they wanted to run away after the first day of the conference.  They had come, by faith, with no extra funds in their pockets to get home.  They had come expecting us to help them learn how to build their traditional church buildings and programs.  Instead, they found themselves in a training for simple church planting and church planting movements. One of them, Joseph, explained it this way:

“There is a divine purpose as to why [this training] came at this time.  Truly, I wanted to run away after the first day, but I would NOT have received the good news that I got which transformed my life.  In fact, I would have left the meeting but lack of funds for transportation home kept me back.  In fact, in God’s plan, it truly was my time for this.  Just as Jonah wanted to run away and not go to Ninevah but God FORCED him to. This is my lovely testimony!

I can now honestly say thank you for the teachings that you gave.  We are happy that we received this good news that is transforming our homes and ministries.

We wish you all the best and appreciate your words of encouragement.”

We so appreciate the support from home that made this conference possible.  We saw similar responses from leaders who came from Burundi, Rwanda, and Uganda which, again, has underscored how God seems to be moving more quickly than ever in raising up new leaders to bring hope to Africa!

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