I call this blog “From Nyagatogu to Safari Park Hotel
an awesome 24
hours, photo-style”
On Sunday at 12:30 am, David, Noe, and I ride in a cab from
the Safari Park Hotel back to our apartment. There at a bar called Hemingway,
we were watching the U.S.A. v. England match. They tied 1-1. Before the match
we were at the Hotel Pizzattia enjoying lasagna, calzones, and fire-oven pizza
while our Pastor enjoyed his graduation dinner.
Let me back up and explain how we found ourselves at one of
the best hotels in Kenya (Five star hotels are not a part of our daily World
Race lifestyle).
At 4 pm Friday, Pastor Charles Peter Mwangi arrives to pick
us up from the curb outside the estate complex to take us to our ministry
for the weekend: Nyagatogu Boys Secondary School, “weekend challenge”. Upon
entering the vehicle, I notice the seat I am in won’t click into place. No big
deal…
Until 3 hours later and the ride turns into safari mania.
Cambodia 
roads have nothing on this! Silencing our car sickness (in Jesus
name), and bracing for speed bumps and massive pot holes, we made the trip
memorable and began to narrate the adventure. We knew God was going to bless
our time if we could make it along that path. And 4.5 hours, 10 friendly
direction-givers, and 100 speed bumps and and speed dips later, we arrived. My
first words to the entire school produced loads of giggling, This might
normally been due to the fact that I have an accent or the fact that I am
white, but in this case, I was one of 2 women in a room of 400 boys. I knew I
was in for a fun weekend.
Saturday spending time with the boys, allowing time for questions. The informal
time proved to be a competition as to which Mzungu could win the biggest crowd.
I won hands down, not because I had anything cool to say, but I am a woman…
with a camera. (PICS) The formal question and answer session was crazy awesome.
A large variety of very real raw questions were passed up to the panel of 6 (3
Mzungu [white], 3 African) speakers. We enjoyed the opportunity and the weekend was
confirmation to me of where I am called to serve.
Soon we set off for home, rotating teams for the weekend. It
was 4:30pm and Pastor had a graduation dinner at 5 pm. He would be late but we
nonetheless speed down the rocky road as fast as safety allowed. About an hour
into the drive we hit a massive road ditch, sending us out of our seats
laughing. Soon we realized that the “bump” knocked the electronics in the car
out-of service: radio, speed-o-meter, and headlights. Driving by faith, and
switching cars at nightfall, we changed our plans and rode with the pastor to
Safari Park hotel, Nairobi.
