The Continuation of My Spiritual Journey (continued)
by Angela Wright © 4/04/2017Day four, we ventured into town on the public bus. I had never seen a bus so packed.
There was a conductor on the bus collecting the fares and even though some people were getting from the back of the bus, he managed to squeeze through and collect everyone’s money.
We were packed on that bus like sardines. People were standing between me and the seat in front of me. There was no such thing as having my own space. The people did not seem to mind at all.
The director of Young Life Ministries told us to get off at the Hilton Hotel bus stop. However, we did not know that the bus would not come to a complete stop.
It just slowed down and we had to jump off while the bus was still moving. I yelled, “Stop, I want to get off.” The passengers replied, “Jump off, they don’t stop the bus.
” I thought to myself, this is a different world than the one I come from.We met Pete and Norma, our leaders from Young Life. They took us across the street to Barcessi Café for lunch.
Everyone ordered a hamburger. I was the only one who ordered chicken. I could not eat it.
It looked like someone forgot to pluck it so my meal consisted of Mboga (cabbage), Lumonde (potatoes) and Butunda (possum juice).
We did some window shopping but all the while I was thinking about the bus ride back. Thank God, Pete and Norma took us back to the guest house.
The next morning, in my quiet time, I was still thinking about getting around by bus and having to jump off every time. A particular scripture verse I had read several times came to me.
Psalm 86:1 - 4, “Bow down Your ear, O Lord, hear me; For I am poor and needy.
2 Preserve my life, for I am holy; You are my God; Save Your servant who trusts in You! 3 Be merciful to me, O Lord, For I cry to You all day long.
4 Rejoice the soul of Your servant, For to You, O Lord, I lift up my soul.
” After reading these verses I had to face the fact that I was going to enjoy my time in Kenya and I was the only one who could stop me.
Sometimes the enemy can have us focus on little things to make you lose your joy.
It was only the fifth day of the six weeks when I made up my mind that I would not be in Kenya six weeks and not enjoy myself. The next day, I had a great time.
Pete and Norma took us to a small game park. There were ostriches, zebras, buffaloes, and giraffes just grazing and walking so gracefully in their natural habitat.
That afternoon, we were invited to have dinner with a lady named Stella. My husband had met Stella’s brother Steven here in the United States.
When Steven learned that we were going to Kenya, he asked if we could take a gift to his sister.
He dropped off the gift to us two days before we were to leave and he gave us his sister’s phone number. We called her when we arrived.
She came to pick up the gift and invited us to dinner a few days later.When we arrived at the house there were several other people present. There was a Bishop from the famous Anglican Church.
Stella’s sister, her two daughters, a brother-in-law and his 17-year-old daughter. Stella wanted someone there to be company for our children. She also had two of her neighbors there.
Whenever she had visitors, she liked to share them with someone else. They were all (East) Indians but they spoke English.When dinner was served there were some Indian and African dishes.
Everything looked so good but very spicy. I had to take a sip of water after every spoonful.
Soon it was time for us to leave and I learned that the invitation is extended to have many come to dinner was commonly done when visitors come to a Christian home in Africa not just
for people from outside the country. This was the best day of my trip so far.