Back to Kisii Land
We are just finishing up a week of seminary classes out here in Chotororo. It’s funny how this place can seem so familiar when a year ago at this time anything and everything in this country couldn’t have been more foreign to me. Everything from the conductors at the bus stage throwing down and engaging in fisticuffs, as Kisiis have the reputation for having a quick-tempered nature akin to the Irish, to the nest of wasps dangling overhead in the classroom, to the language…well that is still very unfamiliar and I still only understand about two or three Kisii words. I still think it’s a conspiracy and that everyone just strings together a bunch of Gs and Ls and Rs at an unbelievable clip and everyone else just nods in agreement.
This week was a deviation from the usual class schedule that we keep. One of our teachers, Pastor Joseph Nyaribo, had to leave early in the week to attend to a family matter with his sister-in-law passing away recently. Also our brother and student in the seminary, Zachariah, lost his mother. We decided to have Pastor Enosh rent a station wagon for us as all ten of us (eight students and two teachers) piled in to head over to their neck of the woods to sing some hymns, pray together, and share a message from the Word. It was a way of sharing our condolences, showing solidarity with our brother, and also displaying to their community that our learning institution is a serious one. We had representatives from many tribes present, as our faculty and student body really couldn’t be more diverse. We’ve got Masaai, Luhya, Bukusu, Luo, Kisii, and American individuals. I’ve got some short video clips of our back-roads excursion from the Chotororo area over to Suneka.