Our holiday in Kenya was superb, we went has a family, their was my husband my daughter and her 9 year old son. we had done all the normal tourist things but this was something different.We had made friends with the hotel's motivator,that is a person who organises the visitors entertainment and encourages them to join in the various pastimes on offer.His name was Joseph and he had been telling us he was building his own house.Whenever he earned enough money he would buy bricks and other building materials and build a bit more of his house. It sounded a long process to us but he was obviously excited about his achievements.
So he had said he would take us to see it has well has is parents house which they had built on the same plot, which they had inherited.He said he would also take us to the local Hospital has ha knew that my Daughter and myself were nurses.He said the hospitals serving the local community were far different to the ones in the tourist area's
So off we went in a Matuto which his like a camper van with benches in it they are used has local buses, they just cram the people in and maybe the occasional goat.
He had brought another man to drive the matuto he was called Amos I was a little nervous has we had never met Amos before and you hear such stories of tourists being abducted, but everyone else seemed perfectly happy about it so I kept my thoughts to myself.
We travelled for about two hours we passed through a few villages we saw men with clothing spread out on the ground with people around them Joseph explained these were gifts from tourists and instead of wearing them like the tourists intended, they were selling them so they had money to feed their families, so the tourists were really helping to feed the poor.
They came to a village green their was cattle eating the grass and roaming round, we saw another Matuto with people piling into it and also farm animals and goats snd even hens were also being loaded onto the bus.
'We go to my house now,' Amos got off in the village, and Joseph took over driving
we were soon at the complex .
His parents came out to greet us, such lovely people.They offered us a drink which we gratefully accepted after the long drive in the heat of Africa,They led us to a grassy area in the centre of the complex,There were palm tree's and they just shook them and coconuts showered down, which they took and hit them with stones to open them then they passed them to us to drink the milk, never have I tasted coconut milk with such flavour. and the flesh of the coconut was exquisite.
Joseph then explained their was a river at the bottom of the complex and that is where they got their water from.
Come he said ,I will show you my house first he showed us his parents house which was a great feat for amateurs he then showed us his own which was only partly built but we could see it shaping up.
'You like' he said
'Yes you've done a marvellous job'.he beamed he was obviously very proud of his achievement.
and so he had but we would have puled holes in it like there was no proper sanitation they had a bucket at the side of the toilet. We asked about Electric
Oh no, only rich people have electric
My Grandson said but what about Television
Joseph laughed 'No television here '
'What do you do all night '
'We talk and play games'.
'Ooh ' he said 'What about cooking'
'We have a cauldron in the middle of the complex we cook there It is dry most of the year except for the wet season.
Life there is so different from our own but they are happy and thankful for what they do have.
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