Well, I was mistaken about that rat: he just ran by Andrew's toes when Andrew went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water! Andrew fished out the trap and re-set it, which made an almighty "bang!", sending the rat into a panic. It darted into Andrew's office across the hall way, sending me into a panic!
As I type these words, I hear the sound of battle! Andrew has bravely entered the office, closed the door on his hysterical wife and is now crashing around with a broom, a wooden rod and a mop trying to squash the Invader. So far, it's not working- the wily little thing keeps disappearing into hidey holes.
On Monday, Andrew leaves for Juba again. I am not relishing the thought of another week in a house, with a rat but without Andrew's help!
There is one thought that helps: just 5 more weeks in this Nairobi house- and then we'll be moving out! Apparently, there is a bit of a problem with cockroaches in our new house in Juba, as Andrew reported after visiting there 2 weeks ago. But what is a mere cockroach compared to a disgusting rat?? I guess all things are relative and if I have to choose, at least a cockroach, although foul and malevolent-looking, is not as vicious as a rat!! Maybe having a resident rat is good preparation for steeling me against the cockroaches to come! Although, if anyone knows of any effective anti-cockroach poison or tactics, I'd love to hear from you!
Saturday, 31 May 2014
Mission Against Vermin
We may be part of MAF, but these past 2 weeks I have felt like I am also part of MAV: Mission Against Vermin!
It was a dark Monday evening when I first heard a suspicious munching in the corner of my kitchen. Everyone else was sleeping. Andrew was far away in Juba. I grabbed a broom and advanced slowly into the centre of our kitchen, eyes fixed on the corner where gnawing could be heard...With one swift movement, I attacked the cupboard door where the sound seemed to be coming from. I bashed it and crashed the broom against the wood. The munching stopped. Cautiously, I approached the cupboard. I flung open the door. Nothing was there except pots and pans, their metal edges twinkling at me in the light of the overhead florescent bulb.
Anyone who has followed blog posts from "Tales From Tanzania" will know how afraid I am of rats and mice! The suspicion that one might be in my kitchen was very disturbing. I went to bed that night feeling uneasy, jumping at the slightest rustle, scared of encountering a rodent without Andrew being around to protect me!
Two days later, I was dismayed to wake up and discover that our bread had been eaten in the night! I came into the kitchen early to start breakfast for a normal school day, but quickly saw that toast would be off the menu: the bread had been burrowed into from the corner, with big bite marks through the plastic packet and a rat shaped hole protruding a few inches into the loaf! YUK! Now I had proof: a rodent was roaming my kitchen!
Tentative investigation also revealed a few droppings behind the oven. Horrified, I pulled out all the kitchen appliances and looked in vain for the little creature. Happily, I had a lady called Mary coming to help me to clean that morning. When Mary arrived at 07:30, as I left for the school run, I asked her to take everything out of every cupboard, to disinfect the cupboards and to clean all the pots, pans, dishes etc and put all food in the fridge. She scrubbed and cleaned all morning! No more evidence of the mouse was seen that day.
The next day, we found more droppings and items on the kitchen counter had been moved about by Something scurrying about! I was on high alert for combat against the vermin loose in our Nairobi home!
Once Andrew came home at the weekend, we stepped up the effort to discover the hiding place of our unwelcome kitchen visitor. And we found him! Mr. Rodent was snuggled into a compartment within the mechanics at the back of our fridge! We had 2 guests staying with us last weekend and they kindly assisted us in ousting the beastie from his hiding place. This was fortunate, since I had run screaming out of the kitchen as soon as Andrew spotted the rodent in his hiding place! At least Andrew now had sensible assistants, as he prepared for all-out battle:
This is the weapon Andrew used to scare the rat (or was it a mouse??) out of its hiding hole! It shot out of the fridge and straight across the kitchen to disappear into a tiny gap between the tiled floor and the bottom of the cupboards! Armed with a head-torch, Andrew and one of our guests could see it running, terrified, up and down within the thin space:
The rat was foo fast to be caught, but Andrew's weapon did reach in to attack it and possibly injure it. We haven't seen it since, but we rushed out and bought this trap, which is poised with bread and peanut butter bait next to the fridge:
I am a bit squeamish about checking it, but Ben is a great help in peering round to see if anything is caught and reporting back to his cowardly Mum! So far, it lies dormant, although we have just seen a rat on our back patio this evening! However, I can handle them being outdoors. I just don't want them in my house!
On a similar note this week, I had to visit the chemist on Tuesday, to ask for a bottle of nit shampoo to wash all our heads, since we also had a suspected outbreak of headlice! Just a smaller version of vermin! As the kind pharmacist handed me the bottle of chemicals, she enquired as to whether I was familiar with this type of medical formula? I lost my courage and just could not bring myself to tell her that it is the same brand as the scabies medicine we had to order from England when Ben had scabies in Dodoma!
Vermin in the kitchen, vermin on our heads and a now a reminder of the vermin that took up residence on little Ben when he was just 2 years old, back in Tanzania! I am just grateful that here in Nariobi we have good access to traps, super-germ-killing cleaning products and medicated treatments to help us in our mission against all the little nasties which we have been exposed to recently! Hopefully, we are on a winning streak now in our battle to be rid of all the little invaders!
It was a dark Monday evening when I first heard a suspicious munching in the corner of my kitchen. Everyone else was sleeping. Andrew was far away in Juba. I grabbed a broom and advanced slowly into the centre of our kitchen, eyes fixed on the corner where gnawing could be heard...With one swift movement, I attacked the cupboard door where the sound seemed to be coming from. I bashed it and crashed the broom against the wood. The munching stopped. Cautiously, I approached the cupboard. I flung open the door. Nothing was there except pots and pans, their metal edges twinkling at me in the light of the overhead florescent bulb.
Anyone who has followed blog posts from "Tales From Tanzania" will know how afraid I am of rats and mice! The suspicion that one might be in my kitchen was very disturbing. I went to bed that night feeling uneasy, jumping at the slightest rustle, scared of encountering a rodent without Andrew being around to protect me!
Two days later, I was dismayed to wake up and discover that our bread had been eaten in the night! I came into the kitchen early to start breakfast for a normal school day, but quickly saw that toast would be off the menu: the bread had been burrowed into from the corner, with big bite marks through the plastic packet and a rat shaped hole protruding a few inches into the loaf! YUK! Now I had proof: a rodent was roaming my kitchen!
Tentative investigation also revealed a few droppings behind the oven. Horrified, I pulled out all the kitchen appliances and looked in vain for the little creature. Happily, I had a lady called Mary coming to help me to clean that morning. When Mary arrived at 07:30, as I left for the school run, I asked her to take everything out of every cupboard, to disinfect the cupboards and to clean all the pots, pans, dishes etc and put all food in the fridge. She scrubbed and cleaned all morning! No more evidence of the mouse was seen that day.
The next day, we found more droppings and items on the kitchen counter had been moved about by Something scurrying about! I was on high alert for combat against the vermin loose in our Nairobi home!
Once Andrew came home at the weekend, we stepped up the effort to discover the hiding place of our unwelcome kitchen visitor. And we found him! Mr. Rodent was snuggled into a compartment within the mechanics at the back of our fridge! We had 2 guests staying with us last weekend and they kindly assisted us in ousting the beastie from his hiding place. This was fortunate, since I had run screaming out of the kitchen as soon as Andrew spotted the rodent in his hiding place! At least Andrew now had sensible assistants, as he prepared for all-out battle:
On a similar note this week, I had to visit the chemist on Tuesday, to ask for a bottle of nit shampoo to wash all our heads, since we also had a suspected outbreak of headlice! Just a smaller version of vermin! As the kind pharmacist handed me the bottle of chemicals, she enquired as to whether I was familiar with this type of medical formula? I lost my courage and just could not bring myself to tell her that it is the same brand as the scabies medicine we had to order from England when Ben had scabies in Dodoma!
Vermin in the kitchen, vermin on our heads and a now a reminder of the vermin that took up residence on little Ben when he was just 2 years old, back in Tanzania! I am just grateful that here in Nariobi we have good access to traps, super-germ-killing cleaning products and medicated treatments to help us in our mission against all the little nasties which we have been exposed to recently! Hopefully, we are on a winning streak now in our battle to be rid of all the little invaders!
Saturday, 17 May 2014
Arabic
Andrew is now flying regularly out of Kenya and into South Sudan as part of his MAF pilot role. When he goes to South Sudan, he often borrows my old phone and pops in a South Sudan sim card to make and receive calls whilst he is there.
When he gives my phone back to me on his return to Nairobi, I find myself receiving text messages like the one below:
Hmmmm- it is not very easy to decipher what this Arabic text message means!
However, help is at hand! Each Tuesday morning for a few weeks, I am joining a class with another MAF lady to learn some basic Juba Arabic! Pencil at the ready, I brace myself for a couple of hours of learning a few words and sounds in this language which is so very different to anything I have ever learnt before. Our helpful South Sudanese teacher is ready to instruct us in her native language:
It is fun to engage my brain in activities more mentally stretching than my usual Mum tasks (making packed lunches, packing school bags, doing toilet training, cleaning up sick, helping with homework, washing up, doing laundry... etc etc!!). However, when I say that I am learning some basic Arabic, I really do mean "basic"!
This is for several reasons:
-partly because Arabic is made up of an alphabet and sounds that are completely alien to my language experiences so far. In fact, yesterday, when I tried to practise some Arabic words and phrases that I have learnt, Andrew looked at me and exclaimed, "You sound like an alien!" !!!!! It is a very difficult language to tackle!!
-my brain is so distracted thinking about my daily Mum tasks in looking after 3 kids and also in planning logistics of our move to Juba in July/ August ( we still have not found a way to get our goods from Tanzania up into Kenya). I have barely any space in my mind to absorb new ideas, concepts and a whole new phonics system!
- Joel has to come along to classes with me. Not surprisingly, he gets fed up and needs attention at regular intervals, so I am easily distracted from the lesson!
-my head is still full of Swahili verbs and vocabulary from our 4 years in Tanzania. Regretfully, I don't get to use my Swahili much in Nairobi, so I feel it becoming rusty already, but I keep subconsciously throwing the odd Swahili word into my Arabic phrases. Out teacher gets a bit annoyed: "This in NOT Swahili!" she cries. In my defense, many Swahili words come from an Arabic root, so there are often similarities in certain words which I can't help but see and then accidentally express!
- finally, it is hard for me to feel seriously motivated to learn a new language when I know that most people in Juba will speak good English! Far, far better than any Arabic I can learn in just a few short sessions! In addition, some in Juba have Swahili, as I found out on my visit there last September. I even met some French speakers in my few days there, so if I can get by in English, French or Swahili, it seems a bit unnecessary to add a new language into the mix and create confusion in my tired brain!
I also know from experience that language learning can take serious, long-term commitment, especially a difficult language like Arabic. It is not something I will just pick up and remember without serious immersion into the culture and language. This is not going to be my calling or mission in South Sudan. I will be there predominantly in a supportive role for Andrew's pilot work and as a Mum, working to keep my family settled and also as a part of a Christian community under MAF, doing what little we can within the local community as we see who or where we can help out .
So for now, I will simply enjoy these Arabic lessons! I will continue to enjoy the experience of stretching my brain a little, the interaction with our teacher and the novelty of trying to express new words, even if they do make me sound as if I have something nasty lodged in my throat! (Maybe that dreadful hacking sound will ease off if I make a bit of progress!!). For the next few weeks, my expectations are gentle ones. My Tuesday mornings will be fun times to look forward to as a time of insight into a new culture, new sounds, new alphabet and new letter shapes.
When he gives my phone back to me on his return to Nairobi, I find myself receiving text messages like the one below:
Hmmmm- it is not very easy to decipher what this Arabic text message means!
However, help is at hand! Each Tuesday morning for a few weeks, I am joining a class with another MAF lady to learn some basic Juba Arabic! Pencil at the ready, I brace myself for a couple of hours of learning a few words and sounds in this language which is so very different to anything I have ever learnt before. Our helpful South Sudanese teacher is ready to instruct us in her native language:
It is fun to engage my brain in activities more mentally stretching than my usual Mum tasks (making packed lunches, packing school bags, doing toilet training, cleaning up sick, helping with homework, washing up, doing laundry... etc etc!!). However, when I say that I am learning some basic Arabic, I really do mean "basic"!
This is for several reasons:
-partly because Arabic is made up of an alphabet and sounds that are completely alien to my language experiences so far. In fact, yesterday, when I tried to practise some Arabic words and phrases that I have learnt, Andrew looked at me and exclaimed, "You sound like an alien!" !!!!! It is a very difficult language to tackle!!
-my brain is so distracted thinking about my daily Mum tasks in looking after 3 kids and also in planning logistics of our move to Juba in July/ August ( we still have not found a way to get our goods from Tanzania up into Kenya). I have barely any space in my mind to absorb new ideas, concepts and a whole new phonics system!
- Joel has to come along to classes with me. Not surprisingly, he gets fed up and needs attention at regular intervals, so I am easily distracted from the lesson!
-my head is still full of Swahili verbs and vocabulary from our 4 years in Tanzania. Regretfully, I don't get to use my Swahili much in Nairobi, so I feel it becoming rusty already, but I keep subconsciously throwing the odd Swahili word into my Arabic phrases. Out teacher gets a bit annoyed: "This in NOT Swahili!" she cries. In my defense, many Swahili words come from an Arabic root, so there are often similarities in certain words which I can't help but see and then accidentally express!
- finally, it is hard for me to feel seriously motivated to learn a new language when I know that most people in Juba will speak good English! Far, far better than any Arabic I can learn in just a few short sessions! In addition, some in Juba have Swahili, as I found out on my visit there last September. I even met some French speakers in my few days there, so if I can get by in English, French or Swahili, it seems a bit unnecessary to add a new language into the mix and create confusion in my tired brain!
I also know from experience that language learning can take serious, long-term commitment, especially a difficult language like Arabic. It is not something I will just pick up and remember without serious immersion into the culture and language. This is not going to be my calling or mission in South Sudan. I will be there predominantly in a supportive role for Andrew's pilot work and as a Mum, working to keep my family settled and also as a part of a Christian community under MAF, doing what little we can within the local community as we see who or where we can help out .
So for now, I will simply enjoy these Arabic lessons! I will continue to enjoy the experience of stretching my brain a little, the interaction with our teacher and the novelty of trying to express new words, even if they do make me sound as if I have something nasty lodged in my throat! (Maybe that dreadful hacking sound will ease off if I make a bit of progress!!). For the next few weeks, my expectations are gentle ones. My Tuesday mornings will be fun times to look forward to as a time of insight into a new culture, new sounds, new alphabet and new letter shapes.
Sunday, 4 May 2014
Jail-bird
I am glad that it is Sunday and the start of a new week! Last week had some rather discouraging moments. On Sunday morning, in the wee small hours, Ben was sick. He needed a couple of days to get back to his bouncy self.
On Wednesday, Esther came home from school feeling unwell. Between 4:30 and 10:30pm, she managed to vomit nine times!
On Saturday, Joel joined in with his siblings and was sick a few times as well!
However, all this can be a pretty normal turn of events for a Mum of young children, whatever country she may find herself in. What was less usual and a little more stressful was the fact that Andrew ended up in a Nairobi jail for a few hours on Tuesday! Here he is, with his fellow inmates, in his cell in downtown Nairobi:
Despite Andrew's hesitant smile, he endured a frustrating Tuesday morning!
His crime? Andrew was guilty as charged, of talking on his mobile phone whilst driving the car. The Traffic Police who I dread so much (see blog-post, "Nervous in Nairobi") had apprehended him for the above crime on Monday afternoon. I felt somewhat culpable, as it was me who had phoned Andrew on his mobile, so he was talking with me when he was pulled over by the officials!
Although Andrew had paid an on-the-spot fine, the system here still required that he attend Court the following day. Accordingly, he went early. He endured a long morning- of waiting to see the Judge (in a room full of random offenders, some in hand-cuffs), then being charged, then pleading guilty and being ordered to pay an additional penalty.
Next, Andrew was escorted to the above cell. The local system meant that Andrew had to wait in the holding cell until his penalty was paid at a nearby bank and the receipt presented, accepted and noted by the relevant authorities. Since he himself had been locked up, he clearly could not go to pay the fine in person!!
Thankfully, help was at hand in the form of a Kenyan MAF colleague, who went out to pay the penalty and bring back the receipts on Andrew's behalf. If Andrew had not had anyone to help him, he could have been detained much longer in his cell...
Meanwhile, Andrew had some time to reflect on this new experience of being locked up...and time to get acquainted with fellow offenders, including a friendly Kenyan man who snapped the above picture to give me- the Worried Wife- a better idea of Andrew's circumstances on that stressful Tuesday!
It was a happy moment when I received the text message informing me that Andrew was a free man! I sent a relieved text message back to Andrew. I didn't dare to phone him, just in case he was driving...!!
On Wednesday, Esther came home from school feeling unwell. Between 4:30 and 10:30pm, she managed to vomit nine times!
On Saturday, Joel joined in with his siblings and was sick a few times as well!
However, all this can be a pretty normal turn of events for a Mum of young children, whatever country she may find herself in. What was less usual and a little more stressful was the fact that Andrew ended up in a Nairobi jail for a few hours on Tuesday! Here he is, with his fellow inmates, in his cell in downtown Nairobi:
His crime? Andrew was guilty as charged, of talking on his mobile phone whilst driving the car. The Traffic Police who I dread so much (see blog-post, "Nervous in Nairobi") had apprehended him for the above crime on Monday afternoon. I felt somewhat culpable, as it was me who had phoned Andrew on his mobile, so he was talking with me when he was pulled over by the officials!
Although Andrew had paid an on-the-spot fine, the system here still required that he attend Court the following day. Accordingly, he went early. He endured a long morning- of waiting to see the Judge (in a room full of random offenders, some in hand-cuffs), then being charged, then pleading guilty and being ordered to pay an additional penalty.
Next, Andrew was escorted to the above cell. The local system meant that Andrew had to wait in the holding cell until his penalty was paid at a nearby bank and the receipt presented, accepted and noted by the relevant authorities. Since he himself had been locked up, he clearly could not go to pay the fine in person!!
Thankfully, help was at hand in the form of a Kenyan MAF colleague, who went out to pay the penalty and bring back the receipts on Andrew's behalf. If Andrew had not had anyone to help him, he could have been detained much longer in his cell...
Meanwhile, Andrew had some time to reflect on this new experience of being locked up...and time to get acquainted with fellow offenders, including a friendly Kenyan man who snapped the above picture to give me- the Worried Wife- a better idea of Andrew's circumstances on that stressful Tuesday!
It was a happy moment when I received the text message informing me that Andrew was a free man! I sent a relieved text message back to Andrew. I didn't dare to phone him, just in case he was driving...!!
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Up Close with Hippos
In Kenya, we have found ourselves getting closer than we have ever been before to some amazing wildlife: giraffes, elephant and now hippos! Over the Easter weekend, we had a couple of nights camping at Lake Naivasha. Our campsite was right on the shores of this vast, freshwater lake, with the lake and jetty on the left of the picture:
We were overwhelmed with the kindness of people here in Nairobi who lent us all the camping equipment we needed, including a wonderful 6-man tent with 2 bedrooms inside! A bit of a different design from the heavy, old canvas tents I used to sleep in on Girl Guide camps!
We were keen to get out onto the lake, to experience Lake Naivasha from a boat, with a local boat-man at the helm:
I was a bit nervous about getting too close to the many hippos who live in Lake Naivasha, but when I voiced my concern, our boat-man laughed heartily and did not seem at all concerned! We got rather close to this group of huge, heavy, hippos:
When living in Africa, one hears such frightening stories about how dangerous the hippopotamus can be. However, here we were in a campsite very close to the water where they reside, with just a short electric fence between our tent and the lake! There was a large, open gateway a few metres from our tent where the campsite opened up to the jetty, BUT there was no gate! It seems that the hippos are trusted not to come into the actual campsite! I may have had a moment of trying to remember where I have put my Will (!!), but I did not want to upset the children by acting scared, so I put on my brave face and pretended that I like hippos very much!
In the evenings, as we sat near the fantastic campfire carefully built by Andrew, we could hear the snorting and grunting of the hippos and even the sounds of their teeth pulling up grass. It was amazing to hear them grazing as they enjoyed their evening meal of lake-side greens! When we shone the torch from our camping chairs, we could see them clearly, lumbering slowly along on the other side of the rather tiny electric fence. I have never been so close to a hippo before. I approached the fence tentatively, just a few steps away from the hippos. I tried to take a photo- but the camera could not pick up their grey profile against the dark backdrop of the water at night. Besides, I was rather nervous about upsetting them by flashing camera lights at them in the dark! So we retreated to our chairs and enjoyed the experience of simply hearing and seeing these water-loving giants in their natural habitat, without having photos to remember how near they were.
Hippos were not the only wildlife we got close to: the children were delighted with these tall marabou storks:
There was also the cheeky monkey who sidled up to the rubbish bin after we had eaten our lunch. Climbing nimbly to the top of the bin, he reached in and triumphantly produced our apple-cores, munching happily before taking off up a tree with our plastic bags full of crumbs and egg-shells!
We discovered a few cray-fish who seemed to have lost their way and were crawling slowly through the grass. We rescued this one, throwing it back into the lake by the jetty!
All too soon, it was time to take the tent down and move on from our fabulous, first family camping experience ( I don't think camping in the garden really counts, which is all we had ventured up to this point!). It was lots of fun, although there's nothing like sleeping in a house again after a camping trip and it's nice to sleep without fear of a hippopotamus wandering too close to my bed!
We were overwhelmed with the kindness of people here in Nairobi who lent us all the camping equipment we needed, including a wonderful 6-man tent with 2 bedrooms inside! A bit of a different design from the heavy, old canvas tents I used to sleep in on Girl Guide camps!
We were keen to get out onto the lake, to experience Lake Naivasha from a boat, with a local boat-man at the helm:
I was a bit nervous about getting too close to the many hippos who live in Lake Naivasha, but when I voiced my concern, our boat-man laughed heartily and did not seem at all concerned! We got rather close to this group of huge, heavy, hippos:
When living in Africa, one hears such frightening stories about how dangerous the hippopotamus can be. However, here we were in a campsite very close to the water where they reside, with just a short electric fence between our tent and the lake! There was a large, open gateway a few metres from our tent where the campsite opened up to the jetty, BUT there was no gate! It seems that the hippos are trusted not to come into the actual campsite! I may have had a moment of trying to remember where I have put my Will (!!), but I did not want to upset the children by acting scared, so I put on my brave face and pretended that I like hippos very much!
In the evenings, as we sat near the fantastic campfire carefully built by Andrew, we could hear the snorting and grunting of the hippos and even the sounds of their teeth pulling up grass. It was amazing to hear them grazing as they enjoyed their evening meal of lake-side greens! When we shone the torch from our camping chairs, we could see them clearly, lumbering slowly along on the other side of the rather tiny electric fence. I have never been so close to a hippo before. I approached the fence tentatively, just a few steps away from the hippos. I tried to take a photo- but the camera could not pick up their grey profile against the dark backdrop of the water at night. Besides, I was rather nervous about upsetting them by flashing camera lights at them in the dark! So we retreated to our chairs and enjoyed the experience of simply hearing and seeing these water-loving giants in their natural habitat, without having photos to remember how near they were.
Hippos were not the only wildlife we got close to: the children were delighted with these tall marabou storks:
There was also the cheeky monkey who sidled up to the rubbish bin after we had eaten our lunch. Climbing nimbly to the top of the bin, he reached in and triumphantly produced our apple-cores, munching happily before taking off up a tree with our plastic bags full of crumbs and egg-shells!
We discovered a few cray-fish who seemed to have lost their way and were crawling slowly through the grass. We rescued this one, throwing it back into the lake by the jetty!
All too soon, it was time to take the tent down and move on from our fabulous, first family camping experience ( I don't think camping in the garden really counts, which is all we had ventured up to this point!). It was lots of fun, although there's nothing like sleeping in a house again after a camping trip and it's nice to sleep without fear of a hippopotamus wandering too close to my bed!
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Teddy Bear in Transition
We find ourselves in a strange state of transition- moving from one country (Tanzania) to another country (South Sudan) with the current country (Kenya) as a stepping-stone. Three countries. Three cultures. Three sets of people to meet, to greet and to farewell.
I have been looking into a helpful book, "Families on The Move" (by Marion Knell) as a reference guide for us as a family in this stage of moving. There are frequent references in the book to "TCKs"- a term used to describe "Third Culture kids": a rough description is a child who has lived/ is living in a culture other than their parents' culture, despite having passports for their parent's countries. However, the child does not have citizenship or ownership of any of the countries they actually live in. They may have little memory of their parents' culture/s.
This term, TCK, can be used to describe our children. Our children have been born in either England or South Africa. They have an English mum and a South African dad. Although 2 of them have lived in South Africa, they were too young to remember it. They have very little knowledge of everyday life in England, as it is mainly a short-term or holiday destination for them. They have mostly lived in Tanzania and identify with this country most strongly as "home", but they are not Tanzanian citizens, nor are they very similar culturally to most Tanzanians that we know. Now they live in Kenya but are not Kenyan! When we move again, they will make a home in yet another country but not be fully part of its people or its customs. Home is where the family is currently living, yet the sense of loss in moving from one place to another and leaving one home, leaving their friends and leaving all that is familiar can be painful.
I read in the above book that a TCK can find the experience of changing countries, "stressful", with typical feelings of "loss and grief". The book states, "losing home, friends... identity is like a bereavement, especially as it may involve (moving from) a place to which they never have the chance to return."
One of the coping strategies in this grieving period that our children adopted (independently of us) was to suddenly hold onto a familiar teddy. This teddy became an inseparable object, providing a sense of security and consistency when all else around them was Change.
Two weeks before we left Tanzania, we noticed that Esther was suddenly becoming very attached to one of her teddies. She has never been one to especially play with teddies, so it was very noticeable to us. Of course, Ben followed his big sister's lead and chose his cuddly alien (called "Muzzy") as the one thing that he did not want to be parted from! Teddy and Muzzy now had to go everywhere with Esther and Ben, all through those difficult days of moving countries. And I mean everywhere!
Spot-the-teddy: on arrival in the airport in Kenya, after the sad Dodoma goodbyes:
Each day, Teddy was carefully dressed. She (Esther is insistent that Teddy is a girl) came out and about wherever we went, had her own seat in the car and was tucked up carefully in bed next to our daughter each night!
Imagine the stress when Teddy and Muzzy were not allowed into the classrooms at their new school! It was through my children's tears and with my best powers of persuasion that I had to extract Teddy and Muzzy from tightly closed, hugging arms! I promised, of course, to look after them well, even giving them lunch in our then-new Nairobi home. I had to present proof of this in photo-form at the end of the school day:
It was a very unhappy Esther who struggled through the move from Tanzania. And yet her teddy became a very special part of the healing process, as a familiar "face" from the life she had just left behind.
Over the past couple of months, we have gone from this sad, lost little girl...
...to a more recognisable, energetic Esther, but one who was still depending on Teddy as her faithful friend and companion (a very faithful Teddy indeed, to endure being thrown up in the air like Dad's aeroplane!):
Now we have moved to a recent awareness that Teddy has become rather lonely:
Finally, I notice that Teddy and Muzzy are not with us on every car journey. They are no longer sitting at our meal tables. They do not come on every little outing to the shops, on the school run, to church, to a cafe visit.
It can only be a good sign! I'm so relieved -and happy- to say that our children now feel secure enough to manage without their cuddly friends from Dodoma. The worst of the grieving is over for their familiar life in Tanzania. The children are adapting well to Kenya. This gives us a good place to start looking forward to our move to Juba!
As the children go back to school next week for a final term at Braeburn, I will be busy starting the next stage of our preparations to pack up and move on again. And I will do so with a smile, knowing that my children are happier and have managed their first phase of transition through 3 countries, with the help of a soft, green alien and a large, cuddly Teddy!
I have been looking into a helpful book, "Families on The Move" (by Marion Knell) as a reference guide for us as a family in this stage of moving. There are frequent references in the book to "TCKs"- a term used to describe "Third Culture kids": a rough description is a child who has lived/ is living in a culture other than their parents' culture, despite having passports for their parent's countries. However, the child does not have citizenship or ownership of any of the countries they actually live in. They may have little memory of their parents' culture/s.
This term, TCK, can be used to describe our children. Our children have been born in either England or South Africa. They have an English mum and a South African dad. Although 2 of them have lived in South Africa, they were too young to remember it. They have very little knowledge of everyday life in England, as it is mainly a short-term or holiday destination for them. They have mostly lived in Tanzania and identify with this country most strongly as "home", but they are not Tanzanian citizens, nor are they very similar culturally to most Tanzanians that we know. Now they live in Kenya but are not Kenyan! When we move again, they will make a home in yet another country but not be fully part of its people or its customs. Home is where the family is currently living, yet the sense of loss in moving from one place to another and leaving one home, leaving their friends and leaving all that is familiar can be painful.
I read in the above book that a TCK can find the experience of changing countries, "stressful", with typical feelings of "loss and grief". The book states, "losing home, friends... identity is like a bereavement, especially as it may involve (moving from) a place to which they never have the chance to return."
One of the coping strategies in this grieving period that our children adopted (independently of us) was to suddenly hold onto a familiar teddy. This teddy became an inseparable object, providing a sense of security and consistency when all else around them was Change.
Two weeks before we left Tanzania, we noticed that Esther was suddenly becoming very attached to one of her teddies. She has never been one to especially play with teddies, so it was very noticeable to us. Of course, Ben followed his big sister's lead and chose his cuddly alien (called "Muzzy") as the one thing that he did not want to be parted from! Teddy and Muzzy now had to go everywhere with Esther and Ben, all through those difficult days of moving countries. And I mean everywhere!
Spot-the-teddy: on arrival in the airport in Kenya, after the sad Dodoma goodbyes:
Each day, Teddy was carefully dressed. She (Esther is insistent that Teddy is a girl) came out and about wherever we went, had her own seat in the car and was tucked up carefully in bed next to our daughter each night!
Imagine the stress when Teddy and Muzzy were not allowed into the classrooms at their new school! It was through my children's tears and with my best powers of persuasion that I had to extract Teddy and Muzzy from tightly closed, hugging arms! I promised, of course, to look after them well, even giving them lunch in our then-new Nairobi home. I had to present proof of this in photo-form at the end of the school day:
It was a very unhappy Esther who struggled through the move from Tanzania. And yet her teddy became a very special part of the healing process, as a familiar "face" from the life she had just left behind.
Over the past couple of months, we have gone from this sad, lost little girl...
...to a more recognisable, energetic Esther, but one who was still depending on Teddy as her faithful friend and companion (a very faithful Teddy indeed, to endure being thrown up in the air like Dad's aeroplane!):
Now we have moved to a recent awareness that Teddy has become rather lonely:
Finally, I notice that Teddy and Muzzy are not with us on every car journey. They are no longer sitting at our meal tables. They do not come on every little outing to the shops, on the school run, to church, to a cafe visit.
It can only be a good sign! I'm so relieved -and happy- to say that our children now feel secure enough to manage without their cuddly friends from Dodoma. The worst of the grieving is over for their familiar life in Tanzania. The children are adapting well to Kenya. This gives us a good place to start looking forward to our move to Juba!
As the children go back to school next week for a final term at Braeburn, I will be busy starting the next stage of our preparations to pack up and move on again. And I will do so with a smile, knowing that my children are happier and have managed their first phase of transition through 3 countries, with the help of a soft, green alien and a large, cuddly Teddy!
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Nightmare in Nairobi
It happened a couple of weeks ago: I had my first nightmare about moving to Juba! Although we are excited about joining the MAF team there, I have to be honest and admit that it is a little daunting when I think about the security issues.
My subconscious must be working overtime trying to process some of the potential risks; the outcome was a rather dramatic, horrible dream. In the nightmare, I was trying to shepherd my children away from drunken soldiers in dark army uniforms. They were shooting randomly and shouting incoherently. I was most relieved to wake up safely in my bed and to see that my family was safe!
We have heard from friends that there is very little on the British news about events within SS. However, this does not mean that the suffering and turmoil have gone away. On the contrary, unrest continues, but it has become "old news". It seems it is no longer sensational enough to make headlines in England, as with so many countries where problems persist but are no longer reported. Ongoing issues can lose their "novelty value" as international news stories.
As we wait in Nairobi for our move to our next MAF programme, we receive daily updates via a United Nations information forum based in SS. These updates can make unsettling reading! On the plus side, Juba itself has been calm and the MAF team there have been operating as normal. This is reassuring.
The issue of security is one which we are also very conscious of in Nairobi. When we arrived here, I felt overwhelmed by the security briefings I was given. There are so many threats to consider- a stark contrast to tranquil Dodoma! Recent events and current affairs in Kenya can make me feel disturbed. It is strange to live in a city where appealing shopping centres and tourist attractions become places to avoid at weekends and peak times, due to possible threats of large-scale violence.
In our Nairobi home, the burglar bars on our windows and heavy-duty security doors serve as visual reminders to be vigilant against all-too-frequent crime.
The fact that we live in a street enclosed behind a large gate, complete with sharp spikes, is a further reminder of the risks in a potentially volatile city. Guards are on duty 24/7, opening the gates carefully to those they recognise. When friends visit or a taxi is ordered, we have to remember to alert the guards in advance, so that they let the visitors in to our street!
My subconscious must be working overtime trying to process some of the potential risks; the outcome was a rather dramatic, horrible dream. In the nightmare, I was trying to shepherd my children away from drunken soldiers in dark army uniforms. They were shooting randomly and shouting incoherently. I was most relieved to wake up safely in my bed and to see that my family was safe!
We have heard from friends that there is very little on the British news about events within SS. However, this does not mean that the suffering and turmoil have gone away. On the contrary, unrest continues, but it has become "old news". It seems it is no longer sensational enough to make headlines in England, as with so many countries where problems persist but are no longer reported. Ongoing issues can lose their "novelty value" as international news stories.
As we wait in Nairobi for our move to our next MAF programme, we receive daily updates via a United Nations information forum based in SS. These updates can make unsettling reading! On the plus side, Juba itself has been calm and the MAF team there have been operating as normal. This is reassuring.
The issue of security is one which we are also very conscious of in Nairobi. When we arrived here, I felt overwhelmed by the security briefings I was given. There are so many threats to consider- a stark contrast to tranquil Dodoma! Recent events and current affairs in Kenya can make me feel disturbed. It is strange to live in a city where appealing shopping centres and tourist attractions become places to avoid at weekends and peak times, due to possible threats of large-scale violence.
In our Nairobi home, the burglar bars on our windows and heavy-duty security doors serve as visual reminders to be vigilant against all-too-frequent crime.
The fact that we live in a street enclosed behind a large gate, complete with sharp spikes, is a further reminder of the risks in a potentially volatile city. Guards are on duty 24/7, opening the gates carefully to those they recognise. When friends visit or a taxi is ordered, we have to remember to alert the guards in advance, so that they let the visitors in to our street!
Hopefully, there will be no more nightmares, but I would rather have a bad dream than an actual real-life crisis! Recently, our attention has been drawn to Psalm 121- a great passage to reassure and to spur us on with our journey as we work with MAF, wherever that journey may take us.
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
The School Move
What a contrast between the school Esther and Ben went to in Dodoma and the one they have been attending in Nairobi.
Six days after arriving on Kenyan soil, Esther and Ben were thrust into a strange new world of school in the busy city of Nairobi. The change of school and the new system proved to be a huge, difficult challenge. For the first few weeks, I battled my children's tears, tantrums and even running-away-to-hide tactics on most school mornings.
It was hard for my children to accept that they had to go to school here. The original plan was to home-school in Juba but, suddenly, we found ourselves in Nairobi for longer. Just 3 days before we left Tanzania, Esther and Ben discovered that they would actually be going to a new school.
Intimidating news for anyone.
Even more intimidating when you are not expecting it! They barely had time to process the idea before walking into a classroom full of strangers, in a country that still felt brand new.
Many were the mornings when I drove back to our Nairobi home after stressful partings at classroom doors, tears streaming down my face, wondering if we were doing the right thing sending them to this new school so soon into their move to a new country. It hurts a mother's heart to see her children so upset and struggling.
Happily, nine school weeks later, Esther and Ben have finally settled into a rhythm and are happy to attend Braeburn School. We are so glad we persisted! It is an excellent school. The academic progress they are now making is wonderful to see.
Ben positively bounces into class each day!He comes home full of news and stories of all he has been doing with his classmates and teacher. He has presented us with a model of a castle and art work galore that he is proud to have made in class.
Esther comes home with a huge smile. She talks about Ancient Greeks and drama lessons, doing fractions with chocolate bars (that she can later eat!), lessons in Literacy where they learn about instructions by making popcorn (and, of course, later eating it!!). She even enjoys her Wednesday French classes, despite a rocky start! She is enjoying netball in Games Lessons- which is far more to her preference than the hockey lessons that she hated in February!
They both have kind, supportive teachers and are gradually making friends that they feel comfortable with.
These are some of the contrasts Esther and Ben have had to adapt to on the schooling front:
Dodoma Nairobi
No uniform and they rarely wore their shoes! School uniform, PE kit uniform, shoes + socks
School finished at 2pm after a 07:40 start School finishes at 3:30pm, after starting at 8:05am
One class per year group Three classes per year group; so many people!
Class mates mostly Tanzanian, with Swahili Vast international student body;
as their 1st language, which meant a slower learning is faster paced
pace of learning, necessary and expectations are higher
to accommodate the majority.
School bus with good friends: 10 mins max Car journey with Terrifed Driver Mum,
through traffic jams + scary roads!
Journey time depends on traffic:
can be 20 mins or up to an hour!
Lighter homework amount Homework much heavier
and less time at home to do it!
Sporting events few and far between More emphasis on Games and Sports.
Joel +I have spent several afternoons
watching E+ B in sports events!
Christian school with strong teaching of Secular school. E +B miss Class Devotions, Christian values Assemblies, Bible teaching + class prayers,
which made them feel secure
and very much cared for in Dodoma.
Fewer facilities for children to use. Well resourced private city school.
The much drier climate meant The rainy climate lends itself to the
that the sports area vast, green sports field.
was a dusty, hard surface, There is also more wealth in the school;
exposed to Dodoma's hot sun. the music, computer, theatre facilities are evidence of this.
There is even an on-site cafe for parents!
It is just a different world, but one which our kids had to adapt to very soon into their transition.
Here are a few pictures...
1st Day at Braeburn:
Swimming Galas, complete with delicious, free refreshments for spectator parents! Here comes Ben:
World Book Day- kids in costume for a fun day of literacy activities: Here are The Gruffalo and Dorothy!
Esther, after finishing 20th out of 50 in her year-group Girl's Cross Country last Thursday:
Ready for International Day last Friday: a fun school day of International activities: Esther represents Tanzania (with Joel as support) in her kanga dress, made in Dodoma. Ben represents England!
Ben took English cucumber sandwiches for the International Food Festival in the afternoon!
The International parade:
The food tents, with flags from many nations, where many languages could be heard as parents and families from all over the world congregate at this very international Nairobi school:
Ben poses with his class display of India while Little Brother looks admiringly at Big Brother!
It is a huge blessing to have this schooling opportunity in Nairobi, as I start to prepare more seriously for Home Schooling. I think Home School will be our best option in Juba for the next academic year. It will be sad to take our children out of Braeburn after so much effort has gone into helping them settle there!
However, we are en-route for Juba. Nairobi is a temporary stop for us. If all stays calm in Juba, we should be on our way there from early July, at the end of Esther and Ben's academic year. While we are here, we will do our best to make the most of the education opportunities Nairobi has to offer!
Six days after arriving on Kenyan soil, Esther and Ben were thrust into a strange new world of school in the busy city of Nairobi. The change of school and the new system proved to be a huge, difficult challenge. For the first few weeks, I battled my children's tears, tantrums and even running-away-to-hide tactics on most school mornings.
It was hard for my children to accept that they had to go to school here. The original plan was to home-school in Juba but, suddenly, we found ourselves in Nairobi for longer. Just 3 days before we left Tanzania, Esther and Ben discovered that they would actually be going to a new school.
Intimidating news for anyone.
Even more intimidating when you are not expecting it! They barely had time to process the idea before walking into a classroom full of strangers, in a country that still felt brand new.
Many were the mornings when I drove back to our Nairobi home after stressful partings at classroom doors, tears streaming down my face, wondering if we were doing the right thing sending them to this new school so soon into their move to a new country. It hurts a mother's heart to see her children so upset and struggling.
Happily, nine school weeks later, Esther and Ben have finally settled into a rhythm and are happy to attend Braeburn School. We are so glad we persisted! It is an excellent school. The academic progress they are now making is wonderful to see.
Ben positively bounces into class each day!He comes home full of news and stories of all he has been doing with his classmates and teacher. He has presented us with a model of a castle and art work galore that he is proud to have made in class.
Esther comes home with a huge smile. She talks about Ancient Greeks and drama lessons, doing fractions with chocolate bars (that she can later eat!), lessons in Literacy where they learn about instructions by making popcorn (and, of course, later eating it!!). She even enjoys her Wednesday French classes, despite a rocky start! She is enjoying netball in Games Lessons- which is far more to her preference than the hockey lessons that she hated in February!
They both have kind, supportive teachers and are gradually making friends that they feel comfortable with.
These are some of the contrasts Esther and Ben have had to adapt to on the schooling front:
Dodoma Nairobi
No uniform and they rarely wore their shoes! School uniform, PE kit uniform, shoes + socks
School finished at 2pm after a 07:40 start School finishes at 3:30pm, after starting at 8:05am
One class per year group Three classes per year group; so many people!
Class mates mostly Tanzanian, with Swahili Vast international student body;
as their 1st language, which meant a slower learning is faster paced
pace of learning, necessary and expectations are higher
to accommodate the majority.
School bus with good friends: 10 mins max Car journey with Terrifed Driver Mum,
through traffic jams + scary roads!
Journey time depends on traffic:
can be 20 mins or up to an hour!
Lighter homework amount Homework much heavier
and less time at home to do it!
Sporting events few and far between More emphasis on Games and Sports.
Joel +I have spent several afternoons
watching E+ B in sports events!
Christian school with strong teaching of Secular school. E +B miss Class Devotions, Christian values Assemblies, Bible teaching + class prayers,
which made them feel secure
and very much cared for in Dodoma.
Fewer facilities for children to use. Well resourced private city school.
The much drier climate meant The rainy climate lends itself to the
that the sports area vast, green sports field.
was a dusty, hard surface, There is also more wealth in the school;
exposed to Dodoma's hot sun. the music, computer, theatre facilities are evidence of this.
There is even an on-site cafe for parents!
It is just a different world, but one which our kids had to adapt to very soon into their transition.
Here are a few pictures...
1st Day at Braeburn:
Swimming Galas, complete with delicious, free refreshments for spectator parents! Here comes Ben:
Ben's super effort with backstroke!
World Book Day- kids in costume for a fun day of literacy activities: Here are The Gruffalo and Dorothy!
Esther, after finishing 20th out of 50 in her year-group Girl's Cross Country last Thursday:
Ben took English cucumber sandwiches for the International Food Festival in the afternoon!
The International parade:
The food tents, with flags from many nations, where many languages could be heard as parents and families from all over the world congregate at this very international Nairobi school:
Ben poses with his class display of India while Little Brother looks admiringly at Big Brother!
It is a huge blessing to have this schooling opportunity in Nairobi, as I start to prepare more seriously for Home Schooling. I think Home School will be our best option in Juba for the next academic year. It will be sad to take our children out of Braeburn after so much effort has gone into helping them settle there!
However, we are en-route for Juba. Nairobi is a temporary stop for us. If all stays calm in Juba, we should be on our way there from early July, at the end of Esther and Ben's academic year. While we are here, we will do our best to make the most of the education opportunities Nairobi has to offer!
Saturday, 22 March 2014
Three
Joel is three!
It is fun opening presents, some of them all the way from England!
Despite not yet knowing many people in Nairobi, we had a lovely time celebrating his third birthday, with cake and snacks in the garden during the sunny afternoon.
We were pleased that a friend, Kay, from London could be with us on Joel's birthday weekend and also some friends from Dodoma who are staying in Nairobi for a few weeks. They are here to await the birth of their 5th child at a well reputed Nairobi hospital, so it was great to catch up with them and their 4 children. It was also fun for Esther, Ben + Joel to spend time with their Dodoma friends!
Joel had a star cake (which required extra research to bake, as the high altitude in Nairobi changes the way cakes cook in the oven!!), decorated by his brother and sister. He was a bit shy with all the attention, but Dad's shoulder was a good place to hide while everyone sang, "Happy Birthday"!!
Time for cake and snacks...
..and a snapshot with Kay and the birthday boy in our Nairobi backyard:
Nice memories of a happy day! :-)
It is fun opening presents, some of them all the way from England!
Despite not yet knowing many people in Nairobi, we had a lovely time celebrating his third birthday, with cake and snacks in the garden during the sunny afternoon.
We were pleased that a friend, Kay, from London could be with us on Joel's birthday weekend and also some friends from Dodoma who are staying in Nairobi for a few weeks. They are here to await the birth of their 5th child at a well reputed Nairobi hospital, so it was great to catch up with them and their 4 children. It was also fun for Esther, Ben + Joel to spend time with their Dodoma friends!
Joel had a star cake (which required extra research to bake, as the high altitude in Nairobi changes the way cakes cook in the oven!!), decorated by his brother and sister. He was a bit shy with all the attention, but Dad's shoulder was a good place to hide while everyone sang, "Happy Birthday"!!
Time for cake and snacks...
..and a snapshot with Kay and the birthday boy in our Nairobi backyard:
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
News from Nairobi
Life in Nairobi is so very different from our life in Tanzania!
One of the big things is that we really feel the busy-ness of Nairobi, being the bustling city that it is. The pace of life is so much faster than we are used to after Dodoma. I barely have time to sit at my computer to update "Living in Limbo"!
We feel rather like country bumpkins who have landed here from a different planet that was far less developed. We are struggling to get used to the bright lights and busy roads of a real capital city, as opposed to Dodoma which was only ever a capital city in name and by virtue of having a Parliament building. In every other way, Dodoma was slow-paced, peaceful, with little traffic and not much in the way of places to go or entertainment.
In contrast, I now seem to spend a fair bit of time sitting in my car, alternatively (depending on my mood) trying to enjoy the sights of Nairobi while stuck in traffic OR fighting off the frustration of being stuck in a hot metal box surrounded by a multitude of other vehicles!
Last week, I took these pictures. Our home is just a stone's throw away on the left...but I can't get there until everyone else moves!
Behind me, the traffic just keeps building up:
This is Saturday morning; we are hemmed in on every side!
Despite the heavy city traffic, we are discovering that Nairobi does have its advantages. There is plenty to do in Nairobi to provide entertainment, with lots of scope for family outings. It is amazing for us to have access to so many facilities after the acute lack of them in Dodoma! We want to make the best of this while we are here, so we have been out and about on some fun family outings on Saturdays...such as...
It was amazing to get so close to these graceful creatures!
2. Another Saturday and this day's outing was to the Elephant Orphanage:
Initially unimpressed, even Ben could not fail to be charmed by our very close encounter with these gorgeous baby elephants! Seeing these abandoned babies being bottle-fed was a moving moment:
These young elephants are cared for after being discovered in the wild. Often their mothers have fallen victim to the wicked crime of poaching. Baby elephants cannot survive without their mothers. They need to be bottle-fed for 3 years and then they begin a slow programme to get them ready to move back into the wild. We were inspired by the fantastic work of the Sheldrick voluntary trust, helping these gentle giants survive in a harsh world.
It was incredible to get so close to the elephants...
... we even got to stroke a couple of the calves!
We watched, enchanted, as they drank...
...and played:
We got a bit dirt-stained by flying mud-splats as these cute calves happily splashed in their waterhole! Our muddy decorations served as a little reminder of a great day out!
3. Last Saturday, we headed out for a wonderful walk (or bike-ride for Ben and Joel, who opted to take their bikes) at Nairobi's Karura Forest. We walked 5 and a half miles and everyone enjoyed the exercise in beautiful surroundings!
We enjoyed the pretty butterflies and loved the rushing waterfall and tall, shady trees:
It is a treat to be able to access these special places. The best thing is, there are still lots of other outings on the list of places we have yet to explore in Nairobi! Since we now think that we will be here until at least July, I had better get out my diary and start planning ahead to fit these in before our possible July departure to Juba!
One of the big things is that we really feel the busy-ness of Nairobi, being the bustling city that it is. The pace of life is so much faster than we are used to after Dodoma. I barely have time to sit at my computer to update "Living in Limbo"!
We feel rather like country bumpkins who have landed here from a different planet that was far less developed. We are struggling to get used to the bright lights and busy roads of a real capital city, as opposed to Dodoma which was only ever a capital city in name and by virtue of having a Parliament building. In every other way, Dodoma was slow-paced, peaceful, with little traffic and not much in the way of places to go or entertainment.
In contrast, I now seem to spend a fair bit of time sitting in my car, alternatively (depending on my mood) trying to enjoy the sights of Nairobi while stuck in traffic OR fighting off the frustration of being stuck in a hot metal box surrounded by a multitude of other vehicles!
Last week, I took these pictures. Our home is just a stone's throw away on the left...but I can't get there until everyone else moves!
Behind me, the traffic just keeps building up:
This is Saturday morning; we are hemmed in on every side!
Despite the heavy city traffic, we are discovering that Nairobi does have its advantages. There is plenty to do in Nairobi to provide entertainment, with lots of scope for family outings. It is amazing for us to have access to so many facilities after the acute lack of them in Dodoma! We want to make the best of this while we are here, so we have been out and about on some fun family outings on Saturdays...such as...
- Our visit to the Giraffe Centre, where you can stand up on a tall platform to feed the giraffes by hand, dropping cereal pellets onto their long, black, sticky tongues!
It was amazing to get so close to these graceful creatures!
2. Another Saturday and this day's outing was to the Elephant Orphanage:
These young elephants are cared for after being discovered in the wild. Often their mothers have fallen victim to the wicked crime of poaching. Baby elephants cannot survive without their mothers. They need to be bottle-fed for 3 years and then they begin a slow programme to get them ready to move back into the wild. We were inspired by the fantastic work of the Sheldrick voluntary trust, helping these gentle giants survive in a harsh world.
It was incredible to get so close to the elephants...
... we even got to stroke a couple of the calves!
We watched, enchanted, as they drank...
We got a bit dirt-stained by flying mud-splats as these cute calves happily splashed in their waterhole! Our muddy decorations served as a little reminder of a great day out!
3. Last Saturday, we headed out for a wonderful walk (or bike-ride for Ben and Joel, who opted to take their bikes) at Nairobi's Karura Forest. We walked 5 and a half miles and everyone enjoyed the exercise in beautiful surroundings!
We enjoyed the pretty butterflies and loved the rushing waterfall and tall, shady trees:
It is a treat to be able to access these special places. The best thing is, there are still lots of other outings on the list of places we have yet to explore in Nairobi! Since we now think that we will be here until at least July, I had better get out my diary and start planning ahead to fit these in before our possible July departure to Juba!
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