Remembering Chapaties and Mangoes in Kisui Village.
It has almost been two weeks since arriving back to Sweden and the smell of dried earth and oily chapatie seems a world away. The sound of children playing has been replaced by the steady beat of rain as spring begins to creep into Stockholm, Sweden. Our fly infested squat toilet has changed to one that flushes and our morning mango is now a strong coffee (milk with one sugar.) Although it is comforting to be back in an environment of extreme luxury and routine, silent bus rides and barren town squares make me crave the vibrant chaos of Kenya.
Ana, Anna, Dom and I have been thrown back into student life at the Youth Initiative Program. Playground for Change is just one component of our course so we are madly scrambling to puzzle together all the rest for our end of year presentations in June. Despite arriving four hours before class started, we managed to present Playground for Change to our classmates and colleague as well as to the local community of Järna who heavily supported our fundraising events. Structuring the presentations has allowed all of us to process both our time in Kenya and the outcome of Playground for Change. It has been interesting to see how without planning, our entire trip has naturally flowed into four phases of the Oasis methodology.That is: identifying the beauty in the community, asking for people’s dreams, exploring recourses and finally the Oasis game itself.
Our first week we were really finding our feet. In a community with such a harsh environmental situation I found it rewarding to go on home visits and demystify the preconceptions of the local peoples living conditions. As "outsiders" it was ironic to see that a lot of the issues were a direct result of negative outside influence particularly on the peoples culture and mindset. The worst of these we experienced was Catholicism which was introduced by colonialism in the early eighteen hundreds. Now forty five percent of the entire population of Kenya are practicing Catholics. This is quite a shift for a country which was originally composed of 42 culturally distinct tribes. It was such an extreme sense of worship which lived amongst the Kisui people that it was hard to truly connect too many of the people we met. For instance the school gardener George became like a brother to us and despite having two wives and two children was someone we looked to for guidance and advice. However when questioned about health George truly believed that the transmission of diseases was a question of faith not hygiene. I ask you how can you not be critical of an individual who will pray for their child and not buy malaria treatment? We entered many dark conversations and it was the light which glowed from the gleaming white teeth of the students which drew us out every time.
The next step was asking friends, teachers and families for their dreams for the future of Mina Academy. This was truly amazing and made what we hadn't already identify as beautiful radiate with potential. In our second week we hosted a dreaming workshop where we facilitated parents, teachers, board members and elders of the community in a process of finding a common vision for the school. It was incredible to see how open these people where and how ready they were to support what we had to bring.
Our third week was a bit of a disaster. It was meant to be a week of collecting materials from the local town and surrounding areas but what we ended up collecting was, malaria, typhoid, amoeba, Diarrhoea, constipation and fevers. Five girls in a mud shack, with no running water no electricity and a hole in the ground for a toilet. It was intense to say the least. What I can say is despite avoiding taking vaccines by the next week everyone of us where on antibiotics. In the end it was the unwavering support of the local people which pulled everything together for the two days of the Oasis game.
It was spectacular. To have one hundred and fifty people show excitement and trust in something in you is very empowering. It gave each of us the strength to withstand the 15 hours in scorching Kenyan sun and the enthusiasm to smile whilst doing so. Maybe some of the young men came because they saw each of us as potential wives or maybe some people just came for the food but what ever their intentions what they created was one of the most elaborate Playgrounds I have ever seen. Watching one hundred and fifty people working harmoniously together for a shared vision made me realize this really was going to be a Playground for Change.
So much has happened in our four weeks in Kenya and I have no doubt from the strength of the Kisui community and the intense needs of the people much change is to come. So for now I’ll go happily to the toilet, hope for even a slight sunburn and send many prayers to the beautiful people of Kisui Village