Rose (pictured in the chair with Meredith preparing Chai over the fire) invited us to her Shamba.
Her house was only 45 minute walk away. It was a nice walk with the family, and even after 6 months in Kenya some of the images still surprise me.
We pass a rock quarry where men and women labor under the sun all day long using hammers to chip away at large rocks to make gravel to sell.
We see the boys such as this carrying backload full of sticks. We see the children so young (maybe just 4 or 5 years old) seemingly already herding a few goats. I see the 60 year old man carrying a 30 foot log up a steep hill, and grab and end to help. Arriving at the top of the hill I find a pile of 15 logs depicting how many times he has already made this journey.
We arrive at Roses house. The acre of land she has is very steep and they try to feed all four of their kids from the rows of corn they grow. The kids play in the dirt, herd the cow, and chase the chickens..not a toy to be seen.
Her eating room is simple; 4 benches around the periphery,6 chai cups, a water filter, and an old radio. Family all sleeps in one room behind the curtain separating the eating room. The cooking room (as you can see pictured) is so smoky we can barely stand long enough to take a picture. Rose's husband is a carpenter but there is not any work currently available.
Perhaps the most humbling aspect of it all was Rose's wallpaper. Kenyan's often use magazines or newspapers to cover the walls of their sitting room. To see our trash (dental publications, OB/GYN journals, the Akron/Beacon Newspaper) as Rose's wallpaper was unexpected.