out of orbit

Do you remember motorcycle carnival rides where all the motorcycles ride around and around making lots of noise and lots of little children feel so happy and tough at the same time?

Bomet, our town, looks about like that except the ride spun out of orbit and all the colorful pleather and chrome scattered everywhere.

Motorbike taxis are a main source of income for young men these days.  They are also the main source of orthopedic patients at the hospital.  Driving a car on the highway amongst them can feel like a bird flying in a swarm of bees.

Sometimes the wind here is so strong that I feel like the whole planet is being flung out of orbit on one of those carnival rides.  Or maybe it’s just on the far reaches of a seasonal eclipse around the sun.

You know, we are just right below the equator so when seasons change we are the reverse of you “northerners”  (Did you ever think you’d be called that? Don’t worry I would never call Georgians and Tennesseans and Alabamians by that northerner term usually affixed to a prefix).

Yes, things are often the reverse of “normal” here.  And we are in the southern half of the world now where People are people through people.  That is, Africa is to relationships as North America is to individualism.  Mother T. used to say “loneliness is the leprosy of the West”.  Poverty of relationships is indeed true poverty. 

So I am indeed blessed and thankful in this upside down place.  While nothing good comes in the news out of Africa these days let me tell you, people here are people because of relationships with people.  I can stay holed up in isolation of the different house we’ve just moved into and try to locate where the heck is the scotch tape in this place- or I can walk 50 yards (45 meters), to the shops and shake hands with 10 people who all ask how I’m doing, how is my home, how are my kids, and where am I going. 

I am thankful for the wildness of an African rain that commands such respect all humanity stops together in our tracks until she passes by.  I am thankful for the beauty of obtrusively orange honeysuckle vines climbing over an otherwise gray stone building. It’s like Tennessee orange wisteria, ya’ll.  And I’m thankful for the stark rainbow of colors that African women wear like a kaleidoscope of beautiful black, brown, and boldness.  I like to see their reactions when I try to wear some of that funkytown.  We could say it’s good for building relationships perhaps.

So wild and out of control, that’s kinda what you hear about Africa isn’t it?  The idol of control is not worshipped here anyways.  Maybe that’s why I like it so much.  Maybe I find comfort in the ambiguity of plans as long as everyone is happy.

Can I ask you a favor?  Will you speak kindly and sincerely to someone in the store or on your street today?  Can you alleviate the loneliness of your neighbor by just showing up in your humanness too?  It might be off your normal orbit, but that could be truly a beautiful and wild ride.