Teresa and I just got to Nairobi. Tonight we took Boaz (straight out of the bush, Samburu Warrior) to his first movie at a movie theater. Boaz was freaking out because it was a 3D movie, but he loved it! We had such a great time. Now it's off to Migori for some hard work at Kenya Relief, we're joining a team that's coming from the US for the next week. We're meeting the team tomorrow morning and
traveling to Migori together. There a few eye doctors going on this trip so
they will be doing a lot of eye surgeries. Sunday we will be touring the local
hospital there, and starting Monday we will be working in the clinic everyday.
I'm not sure what exactly I'll be doing, I'll probably just be floating around
as an extra pair of hands. I'm so excited because we're going to be staying on
the same compound as the orphanage so I'll finally be surrounded by a bunch of
kids! I bringing a few movies and my projector just in case we have a free
night and I can show the kids a movie, probably The Lion King haha. Keep our
team in your prayers!
Chelsea's Kenyan Adventure
Friday, July 12, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Unreached Pokot Tribe Decides To Stop Female Genital Mutilation
Just wrote and posted a blog on Desert Rose Ministries about the news from Paka! Instead writing it twice, I just copy and pasted it to my blog. Enjoy! :)
"Hello, friends! We have much
news from Desert Rose Ministries and this letter is a joy to write.
First, I would like to share
with you that I now have an intern working with me. My intern, Chelsea Barnard,
is from Prattville, Alabama. She will be here for six months helping me with
the administrative work. She’s also taking pictures and videos and writing blog
posts documenting all the work Desert Rose Ministries has been doing.
We’ve had a HUGE breakthrough
on Paka and I’m very excited to share it with you! As many of you know I have
been working with the East Pokot community on Mount Paka for almost four years
now. Paka is a remote mountain village beset with major problems, which have
held their people bound for centuries. Besides needing the Lord, they 1) had no
water supply, forcing village women to walk 8 hours a day to get rancid water
from infested pools, and 2) practiced the ancient rites of female genital
mutilation (FGM) and early forced childhood marriage. Plans are set in motion
to bring water to the village, and I’ve been praying for the day when I could
talk to this community about their customs of FGM and forced childhood
marriage.
As the community saw how hard
I was working to get water for them and how much I genuinely cared about their
people and their well-being, I slowly started earning their trust. The Pokot
tribe has named me “Mama Paka,” which means “mother of the land.” (You see, in Kenya once you become a mother,
you will be called “Mama” and whatever your child’s first name is. For example,
my housekeeper’s name is Nancy; after her first child was born, named June,
everyone now calls her “Mama June.”) I have also earned the respect of the men
in the tribe, enough so that I can sit with them. In the Pokot tribe, the men
and women do not sit, eat, or converse together. The fact that I can sit with
the men shows that I am now respected there as much as a man is.
All these circumstances
worked together to make possible what happened on this past trip to Paka. God
planned everything perfectly for this very moment, when I would FINALLY
be able to speak about the issues in the Pokot community -- and Chelsea was
able to get the whole conversation on video!
The second day we were in
Paka the people wanted to hear from me. They all gathered and I shared the
updates on drilling the well. I told them that when the well is up and running,
I’m going to work on getting a school, church, and medical clinic up on the mountain
for them. I told them how important school was for their children, and told
them their own children could be doctors, nurses and teachers for their
community, which they agreed was important. This led to my being able to tell
them to tell them about the new constitution that passed last year, making
female genital mutilation illegal, with up to 10 years in jail if caught. I
also told them the UN was getting involved and is cracking down on this issue,
protecting these girls who are potential victims and imprisoning the people who
are cutting these girls. (The UN has done good work trying to stop this but
have not yet made it to the remote and primitive tribes like the one I have
reached.) They argued and said that it
was their culture, and one of the old men added, “How can you know a woman is a
woman if she is not circumcised?” I proceeded to explain to them that most of
the world doesn’t circumcise girls, and that I am a woman who was married and
has a child and told them that I wasn’t circumcised… they were shocked. I
talked to them about the dangers, and that there was no medical need for it. It
really hit home for them, so much so that they agreed and said they wanted
their culture to progress. They requested a seminar so they could be educated
on the dangers of FGM, and I promised to arrange it.
I was consumed with
happiness, humbleness, and excitement that moved me to tears. I have been
patiently waiting, knowing God would open the door for this very moment. God
has used my ministry to change an entire community! No longer will the girls of
the East Pokot tribe be circumcised! Hallelujah, ALL GLORY TO GOD! This
conversation was completely unplanned; I had no idea this would be trip when I
would finally get the opportunity to educate them on this, and Chelsea got the
entire conversation on video!!!
It’s been about two weeks
since our trip and another huge development has been made. I’ve been trying to
contact pastors I know who have connections with people who have done this kind
of seminar. Pastor John Nabir, who is the pastor who introduced me to Paka and
the Pokot tribe, knows a Pokot woman who has done an FGM seminar before. He
gave me her contact information and I called her Thursday, June 20th. She said
she would love to do a seminar and asked if we could meet and discuss it. I
told her I lived in Nakuru and asked if she was ever here; she said she would
in fact be here the upcoming Sunday, June 23!!! I was beside myself, again
moved to tears that everything is happening so perfectly. God is truly guiding
this whole thing!
Unfortunately, everything
costs. Each trip to Paka costs me transportation, food, water, and supplies.
The seminar will cost $1,500. I can’t do this alone!!! I desperately need
prayer and financial support from my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ!
This seminar will be life changing for this community! No longer will these
young girls risk their lives and undergo emotional and physical trauma for this
horrendous act that has no medical benefits whatsoever and actually decreases
their quality of life. I really need your support, if you would like to help me
financially to get the seminar to these people as soon as possible, please
click the “donate” button on this website. My goal is to get this seminar
together before I leave to come back to the U.S. in November, I fully trust
that God will move in big ways to make that happen, but I also need your
support! Help me change this community!"
Here's the link to the video I recorded and edited for Desert Rose Ministries. Please go watch it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SX_c56TJ7EQ
Love you all,
Chelsea
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Lord Egerton Castle.
Yesterday Teresa and I went to Lord Egerton Castle with the Sure 24 Youth Group (the youth group from the Nakuru Dump). Upon arrival we got a tour of the castle while we waited for the youth group to arrive. We spent the entire day getting to know them, playing games, and cooking with them. On Saturdays the universities from around Nakuru go to the Castle to relax, play games, dance, and have fun.
Here's a link for some history of the Egerton Castle: http://travelpace.wordpress.com/2010/02/17/love-thrives-again-at-lord-egerton-castle/
Monday, June 10, 2013
My Time With The Pokot Tribe.
Well I’m back from Mount Paka after spending 2 days with the
very remote and very primitive Pokot Tribe. I had a blast and love those people
tremendously.
Upon arriving were greeted by the elders of the Pokot tribe and had tea with them. Men and women do not eat or drink together, but over the past couple years Teresa has earned the honor of having tea with the elders, and they even let me sit with them! Teresa told them about the progress with the well and that we are just waiting for the drilling company to finish their projects in Tanzania so they could go to Mount Paka, and give us a quote to drill deeper.
(Tea is a big deal in Kenya, if you’re having guests over
it’s a requirement to make tea. Tea is the number one drink here, they have it
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.)
After having tea with the gentlemen Teresa
and I went over to visit with the ladies. (Men and women eat, drink, and gather
separately from the men.) We stayed at Amuru’s, one of the elders, homestead.
The Pokot tribe community are scatter throughout the mountain, they each have
homesteads with land, unlike other tribes that are all bunched together. Amuru
has 3 wives and one of the wives let us go into her hut and look around.
While visiting with the women they kept looking at my hair,
I told them they could touch it and then every woman and child had their hands
in my hair. They thought it was fake until they felt around and saw it was real
haha. The women there twirl little bits of hair and then dip it in oil to make
it stay, so of course while having their hands all in my hair I came out with a
couple twirled pieces too.
These are some of the young girls that need sponsors and want to go to
school. These
are the girls I rescue from Early Forced Marriage and Female Genital
Mutilation. If you would like to save a life and make a difference in this
world to one of these precious ones, please go to DesertRoseMinistries.com and click the donate button.
One of Amuru’s sons who was a little over a year old had his
hand burnt severely and there was infection. Thank goodness I brought my
Neosporin and band-aides with me! We cleaned the baby’s hand off and applied
Neosporin and clean dressings, and the next day it looked so much better! We
put a clean dressing on it for 3 days. This child probably would have a least lost some fingers if not the
whole hand or died of infection.
(Before and After 1 day of Neosporin)
Later that evening there was a very old woman, who looked
like a skeleton because she was so skinny, drenched in sweat from her 6-8 hour journey to fill up her jug
of water and carry it back up the mountain to her homestead...and she walked a little extra ways because she heard we were there and wanted to come greet us. This is one of the
projects of Desert Rose Ministries. They’ve started drilling a well but need to
go deeper, the money has been raised, they are just waiting for the drillers to
finish their projects in Tanzania so they can come up to Paka. Women have been
known to lose their babies carry water up the mountain. Water is a HUGE need on
Mount Paka!!!!!
That night a goat was given to us for supper by one of the
old women of the tribe. One of the Pokot warriors killed and cooked the goat
for us. The process of killing a goat consists of stabbing a goat in the heart,
draining the blood in a bowl, drinking the goat blood, then skinning it and
cooking it. The reason for drinking the goat blood is for hydration since there’s
a lack of water there.
The next day Teresa and I spent some time with the Pokot women.
They showed us their scarring on their backs and stomachs, and Teresa and I
showed them our tattoos. The Pokot tribe scar themselves as a form of beauty.
It was a really cool bonding experience with the women, sharing and laughing
about how different our cultures are. I asked the women how they scared
themselves, they showed me on one of the women, and then they showed me ON MY
ARM! It was so fascinating! They get a thorn form a tree, pick up the skin and
while the skin is lifted make a small cut with a razor blade. I was scared at
first, but it was totally safe and I was shocked when she did it because I
didn’t even feel it. Even though it won’t even leave a scar on my skin because
the cut was so tiny, I’m officially part Pokot woman now.
The last night we were there Teresa and I taught the women
and children, and even one of the warriors, the handclap game we were taught
growing up. We laughed and played for hours. It was a great way to spend our
last night.
All in all it was an amazing trip and I miss them so much
already!
**There was another HUGE, LIFE CHANGING development for the
Pokot community that happened while we were there. It’s something Teresa has
been working almost 4 years gaining their trust and respect for. I’ll be
posting another blog post about how history was made on Mount Paka while we
were there! Video and explanation coming soon!
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