Friday 29 July 2016

And the mission continues..

Habari gani? I hope you are all well!

The greatest challenge is never knowing how to start these blogs and how to write them in a way that has true representation of my experience here.

I have so many stories.

After leaving Nairobi, I joined Lucy Wachira once again in East Pokot, Baringo County.
As I explained in my last blog, the most common means of transportation is by bus or matatu (smaller bus). This time around, I had so much luggage it seemed, although all I was carrying was my larger camping backpack and a small carry-on suitcase. I've definitely learned the beauty in packing very lightly and only carrying the necessities.  Although, that itself remains to be quite a challenge to me as well, as I've always been a heavy packer since I was young (my mother can attest to that). I've been doing well though, and have left many things behind in attempt to lighten my load.

On the ride to East Pokot we ran into one of the head-teachers of a school in Chemolingot who we previously had worked with while doing school ministries. She sat with us most of the way. While we were riding, she informed us of an incident that had happened the day before at her school. A body had been dumped on the school grounds. Wow. It was hard to believe what I was hearing because I knew that place so well, and where I was staying was so close to there. When first hearing of it, my first thoughts of course were murder or something malicious happened. However, I was quickly informed that what most likely happened was the person who passed was either very sick and traveling far to get to the hospital (the hospital is very close to the school where the body was left) and unfortunately did not make it in time, OR the family was given the body of a loved one who had died in hospital and they dumped it on the way home. As mentioned in my last blog, there are many strong beliefs in some of these areas about not touching the dead, or else it may give a curse. Families draw so close together and large numbers of people from the community always come when they have an ill loved one and stay close with them. But once their loved one is gone, they flee from the body.

This was so sobering for me.

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Despite the Rufus story from my last blog, I'm actually really coming to like goat meat. I haven't been eating it as much lately, but had lots in Chemolingot and really loved it! Nyama choma-- (BBQ'd goat, or other meat [but most likely goat]) so yummy!

Ah so many memories with Lucy in Chemolingot... that place I hope to call home someday :). To mention a few, one night Lucy and I worshiped together singing old hymns and laughing so hard. It was quite late in the night and the next day some of the neighbours were commenting on how they could hear us while they were in their homes! I will always look back on that night with a smile :). Lol @ losing tune so quickly haha. 

We also experimented and made banana bread, from my aunt's recipe, in a jua kali (fire fed oven)! That was fun, and they turned out so well! We loved them so much that later that week we made lemon bread from the same recipe! The neighbours loved them too :), thanks Dawn Dawn!

The simplicity of life here is what makes it so beautiful. Even when it comes to things like mothers breastfeeding, and how socially acceptable it is to do it in public with no coverings. At home, the social belief is that it's something that needs to be hidden or kept private. Many women in the more rural areas don't own or choose not to wear things like bras, and sometimes even underwear. In some of the schools, the girls miss a week of school every month because they can't afford sanitary pads  during their periods.  But not only that, most don't own underwear either. I had a long conversation with a colleague at Chemolingot in hopes to start a program in the area to address that issue. There are many organizations that already have projects like that running, but we need to figure out a way to get more of them to East Pokot.


Speaking at Chemolingot Boy's High School during our first mission.
 View point of the Great Rift Valley tourist stop

Mmm from time to time I forget I am different from most here. I've gotten so comfortable and used to not seeing other whites that I almost forget. But where ever I go I'm new to everyone else, so people always, every day, call me out in one way or another. Many just say hi, ask me how I am in English (which I really wish they would ask in Swahili and I could fit in :P), but most still call me what has come to be like a second name to me now, "mzungu"(white person). I actually don't mind it so much anymore though, because it's really not viewed as an insult here. The only time I get annoyed is when some vendors try to charge me more because they think I have lots of money :P. I'm so thankful for my Kenyan hosts. They truly have been watching out for me and taking care of me. Even when it comes down to not letting matatu drivers charge me 70 bob instead of the only 50 bob it costs to get to town. 20 bob (approx 20 cents in USD) really goes a long long way here! You can buy two bananas with 20 bob! Sometimes even 4 bananas if the stand you are at is selling them for cheaper:P.


Ah.. another thing I've learned about being away so long is that life just continues back home.. it goes on without you! Many of my friends graduated, got their first professional jobs, two of my close friends got engaged since I've been away, my nieces have grown so much, life moves on.

Being here has also made me realize who really are the most important people in my life. Who would you contact if you could only send one or two texts a day? Who would be the first person you check in with when you finally have internet again? It really puts things into perspective.

During my stay in Chemolingot, I had opportunity to attend the local church service on Sunday, as well as work in the Chemolingot Hospital. On the way to church, Lucy and I decided to take a boda boda (motorcycle) to save time and energy. They are used kind of like taxis here (they have taxis as well, but boda bodas are cheaper). On the way we ran out of gas :P. Good times. We had to walk the rest of the way! Thankfully it wasn't far! During the service, I was actually asked to preach because I was a visitor! "Words that come from someone who has traveled so far to be with us must be strong". When I spoke, I mainly only shared my testimony and taught a song. The joy in singing here is so beautiful. I love rural African worship. They really know how create something so beautiful with just their voices and a few drums... they also really know how to dance :).

I was so blessed to have the opportunity to work at Chemolingot Hospital as well and learned so much there. In small hospitals like that, the nurses are the doctors. They are responsible for diagnosing, prescribing, treating, all areas of care. In cases that are more complicated, they call and consult doctors for direction. And about once a month a few specialist doctors will come for clinics! That was a huge adjustment for me as I was pushed to learn how to diagnose and critically think how to prescribe and determine the direction of treatment. Most hospitals I've learned have mainly pediatric patients or pregnant or young mothers as patients. If they have an adult patient, they are usually very sick and have waited until the last possible moment to come to the hospital.
Many of the cases I saw there were young children with upper respiratory tract infections, malaria or snake bites. I also saw a few births :).

On my first day, I got to help with a delivery. The mother was young, only 19 so even younger than me. Her name was Florence. I stayed with her during the whole labour and was able to help during the delivery. Once the baby was born, she was taking a long time to respond and wasn't beginning to breath on her own. Me and another nurse worked on the baby. I got to do CPR, then we switched so I was doing the ventilation and the other nurse doing the CPR. Wow. This is why nurses and doctors do what they do. That moment of such high intensity and emotions.. We worked on her for at least 2 minutes or so (it seemed like it took so much longer for her to breathe!) but then there it was. Her first breath. It's funny, when you are in that situation all you are thinking is "please please please breathe" so seriously and scared, and then once the moment of relief comes so many emotions sweep over you. I had to keep myself from crying. An older custom here is to name babies after places where they were born, animals in the area, something particular about the day of birth, etc. etc. The custom is starting to die out a bit, as a lot of families in urban areas are naming their children with Western names, but many in the more rural areas especially still name their children after particularly remarkable things that happened on the day of birth. All of this to say, Florence named her baby after me :), "Jaclynn". Her Pokot name and middle name is a combination of the name of the floor tile in the delivery room and the word "mzungu" (white person) as well, because I was with her during the delivery. What an honour. I truly hope to some day return and meet little Jaclynn all grown up.
I will never forget that experience.

The next day, I was working in the MCH (mother-child clinic) giving out immunizations to the babies. When giving Jaclynn's immunization, Florence told me she hopes to go back to school to become a nurse like me in the fall :). God you are so incredible!

Later that week I got to attend a community meeting in a further rural area with the DC of Chemolingot. The DC was to give a peace talk to the peoples who had some unrest regarding grazing lands of their animals. To get there, we had to battle the challenge of crossing the river that had been raised from rains. We had to wait a long time in order to cross, but eventually we did it and only had a little bit of water enter the landrover. When arriving, I was absolutely the only mzungu (not a big deal to me) but we arrived late, and unfortunately I stole a lot of the attention of audience during a very important speech (whoops!). It was a pretty amazing experience to see the whole community come together for something like that. There were news reporters there as well! They asked to interview me and I got to appear on the local news! Wow! Lol I was way too nervous during that interview, and it was so evident haha.

Waiting for the river to go down to go to Peace Talk.

After leaving Chemolingot, Lucy and I headed to Kakamega (western Kenya) for door-to-door mission. Leaving Chemolingot, we actually had no idea how we would get transportation to go, as buses tend to only leave Chemolingot once or twice a day (and we missed the early morning bus!). We ended up hitching a ride with a trucker heading in the direction we were going. After that ride, we hitched a ride with someone Lucy knew in his car, and that brought us to Marigot. From Marigot we caught a matatu to Kabarnet then another matatu from Kabarnet to Eldoret, where we stayed the night with Lucy's lovely nephew and his wife and family. It was so cool to trust God even in things like transportation. He totally provided that for us and it was so cool! My cover photo is from that day actually, the scenery traveling to Eldoret from Marigot is so gorgeous. So many mountains.
When we arrived in Eldoret, we learned that Lucy's family was also hosting 3 other visitors for the night, so the house was full. The visitors were actually the landlord of the house and his sisters, they were in the area for a funeral. We spent the evening all praying and worshiping together. That night the landlord of the house gave his life to Christ after many years of struggling with alcohol and other things. The presence of the Lord was so strong in that place.

 Mountains on the way to Eldoret! (If you look closely you can see a waterfall!)

Beautiful friend named Ageno from Eldoret :).

Our time in Kakamega was so refreshing, and a very new Kenyan experience for me. We were in town/city that was pretty well developed and there were missioners from all over Kenya, some from Uganda and Zambia I believe who all came together to do this one week mission spreading the Gospel to the people of Kakamega. Ah what an experience. Door- to- door really isn't easy, but we were able to see so many people come to Christ. The statistics were recorded and by the end of the mission week, there were around 700 of us missioners, over 70 000 people heard the Gospel, and 6 000 got saved :D. Praise God!
Door-to-door mission buddy in Kakamega named Patrick!

I also met so many friends there. There were many of people my age and we had a great time at the church services and crusades dancing and singing together.
I know some of those friends I will keep in contact and see again someday.


 New friends in Kakamega :)



 Dancing in worship at a Crusade during the mission!


While there, I also had the chance to do another school ministry outreach (so so much fun!). We spoke on purity! And the final day I got to help with a jiggers-campaign, and help remove jiggers from the children's feet. It may be a bit gory, but if you don't know what they are I'd encourage you to google them. Basically they are small insect/worm things that burrow into your skin. Some homes here can get infested with them like our homes in North America can get infested with fleas (same sort of idea). But in order to get them out of your skin (most common place to get them is in your feet) you need to soak your feet in treatment, then have them cut or squeezed out. That was one of the harder medical things I had to do mentally as some feet were riddled with them, and most of the people that had them were only children.
Removing jiggers.

Visiting a young boy that MeMA supports who was burned as an infant. At Eldoret Hospital.

After leaving Kakamega, Lucy and I went to Nairobi after stopping again in Eldoret to visit a boy MeMA supports in the hospital there. We headed to Nairobi for a medical camp mission in Mathare, one of the slums there. Slums, are vast areas of low-income housing places that can be on the outskirts of cities. Nairobi has a few slums, and our medical camp was placed in Mathare. The medical camp was run by FFP (Foundations for Peace, a group of missioners from America) and MeMA (Medical Mission Africa, the organization that I am here with). So basically we triaged the families, assessed them then either prescribed antibiotics or other medications, sent them for lab tests, or referred them to a local hospital if the conditions were too severe. We were able to tend to over 200 families and our clinic only ran two days (usually the families were ranging from 2-5 people, so you can imagine that is quite of few patients that we saw)! The medical camp provided free services and free medications, lab tests and sometimes funding for further treatment if necessary.
 Mathare medical camp MeMA team!

At the Mathare medical camp!

I stayed in Nairobi for quite some time after the medical camp. I stayed with a different Lucy and her fiance James, and then moved on to Kikuyu (just outside of Nairobi) with the Mugo family. I will always be thankful for my time with both of these families. So many laughs, great chats and fun times watching movies together. I truly look up to each member of the MeMA organization and the hard work and dedication they put into their daily lives. I'm so thankful I had a chance to meet most of them, and spend time with them in their homes.

During my time in Kikuyu, I had opportunity to work in Nazareth Hospital, as well as St Joseph's Dispensary. At Nazareth, I spent a lot of time in theatre (the OR) watching obstetrical and gynecological surgery! So I got to see 4 c-sections, and 3 other gynecological surgeries. What an experience. It was at Nazareth that I truly felt God showing me where He wants me to go in my career. I know obstetrics is where I'm supposed to go :).
 Theatre (OR) friends at Nazareth!
 Theatre garb :)

One afternoon after theatre, I was able to meet with a support group for youth who suffered from HIV/AIDS. Many of them had HIV/AIDS passed on to them from their mothers during birth. They were all my agemates! What an incredible group of individuals, I had such a fun time with them! They taught me how to make real Kenyan beaded bracelets, and I got to take some home too!
Learning how to make Kenyan bracelets at Nazareth Hospital!

I also got to work in the MCH (mother-child clinic) and learned a lot about HIV/AIDS and how possible it is to have transfer-free pregnancy and births. There is so much research here on HIV/AIDS treatment and people really have long successful and high-quality lives when they are positive. It's possible to have healthy children, and live life for the most part quite normally if the patients adhere to treatment medications. There's so much stigma and taboo around this disease at home. Many believe it's a hopeless case. But truly, life can be still so full!

One morning, I arrived to Nazareth a bit late because I had used public transportation to get there that day and it took quite some time to get there. Upon arrival, there was so much commotion at the entrance to the hospital. I looked around and asked a nurse what was going on, and she informed me that it was a family mourning. They had just traveled so far to get to the hospital and their family member was pronounced dead on arrival. I'll never forget those screams and crying.

At St. Joseph's dispensary, I was able to get more experience in triage nursing! I worked there for 2 days! Later that week, Dr. Mugo brought me swimming at a local pool! It was so wonderful, what a treat! That is something I've definitely missed. I really do love to swim!
 My Kikuyu buddies :)
 Casually behind a pickup truck carrying 2 cows #onlyinKenya

 View from James's apartment!

Now I am currently in Kijabe (the place of wind)! Kijabe is placed on an escarpment of the Great Rift Valley and is only about 30-40 minutes from Kikuyu. I've been volunteering this week at Cure Kijabe Hospital, an orthopedic hospital where my host (and one of the founders of MeMA) Jeff Mailu works. Mailu is a surgeon there an I've had the privilege to observe some of his surgeries. I got to see someone get a new ACL in their knee yesterday! So cool!

Kijabe is a missions ground that American missionaries helped develop throughout the 1900s. There are many westerners here and I've met a lot of American friends. I was able to have a bit of a tour of Kijabe yesterday evening, and Dr. Mailu showed with the resting places of many of the missionaries who established the hospitals in this area. What a privilege. He mentioned to me that many of the missionaries who came to Kenya then packed a coffin, because they were never sure if they would make it back to their home countries. What dedication and true sacrifice to do God's work. They honestly gave their lives for the Gospel. And many of them were responsible for actually introducing the Gospel to many rural areas in Kenya and South Sudan. It definitely put what true and effective mission is into perspective. To see what the seeds they planted has grown into today is so inspiring!

Beautiful view of the Great Rift Valley from Kijabe!

Next week, I will be completing an Advanced Care Life Support course that I need for some of my schooling requirements. After that, I plan to take a short trip to the coast to Mombasa and then I head off to Europe for the month of August. I actually recently met a friend here in Kijabe who will hopefully be traveling with me to Mombasa! She's an answer to prayer and I'm so thankful for her friendship! :) 

I am now down to only 9 days left of my trip. I'm kind of in a weird stage of starting to get anxious for my departure, but really missing Kenya already. In many ways I don't want to leave. But I know, at least for now, I have to go. God has shown me so many things since I've been here, especially about the direction I am to take for my future. I know I will be back here. This is just the beginning of a lifelong partnership here with MeMA doing medical missions and I can't wait to see what God has in store.

Sorry this post was so long guys!

Until next time & sending my love from Kenya!
Kwa heri!
Jaclynn




Monday 20 June 2016

East Pokot Mission






Hey everyone! Firstly, I'm alive! Haha after trying many many other avenues, I have resorted to writing this blog on my phone and using the little data that I have to post it! It's been almost three weeks since I left Canada and I've been just itching to update you all. So so much has happened! Accessing internet here truly is a challenge, a learning curve that was a struggle at first but now I'm happy to be apart of :).

It's hard to begin this blog in a way that brings justice to the experience that I've gained here so far. I hope I'm able to at least capture a bit of how incredible this time has been for me. 

I will start with briefly outlining my travels, then go into the first week's mission:)!
I left Sunday June 5th around 3:30pm to get to the airport early to catch my flight for 6pm. Thank you so much to my friends, family and church family for sending me off with the beautiful prayers and well wishes. 

We were really hoping that the extra checked luggage I had for the donations would be free because of my application that I had made to the airline. However we still had to pay around 650 CAD to get them through unfortunately. We will apply for reimbursement though, and I'm praying that it will go through! Anything is possible for God!:)

After a 1.5hr flight to Montreal with some delays, I had to run to catch my flight to London --and I barely made it! I believe I was one of the last to board, but thankfully I got there. That plane was huge-- at least 10 seats wide. The flight was about 6.5 hrs long and my next one from London to Nairobi was about 8.5hrs. Although my travels were quite long, I really felt at peace and actually found it valuable time to reflect and prep my heart for the mission. When I arrived in Nairobi, Kenya, all five of my checked luggage (4 donation bags and one personal luggage) made it too thankfully! There weren't many hiccups so I was thankful the travels went so smoothly!

After traveling for so long alone, it was such a relief to see Dr. Godwin Mugo waiting for me at the arrival pickup area. Dr. Mugo is apart of MeMA, the missions team I am working with here in Kenya. We had never met before, but I think I was just so tired and so filled with relief and joy that I gave him a great big hug as soon as I saw him. Haha what a girl I am.  He probably didn't know what to think :P.
Dr Mugo and his family graciously hosted me my first night. Everything was so new, the roads, houses and especially the food! My very first night they made ugali (oo-gal-ee) and kale, rice and choma-- a very traditional 'staple' Kenyan meal. The next morning I had Kenyan tea for the first time as well. Everyone here makes their tea the same way- boiled milk, a bit of water, black tea leaves and then add sugar after you pour it through a strainer into your cup. Mmm it's my favourite-- I don't like going a day without it anymore :). Their milk here isn't pasteurized like it is at home so it's always served hot, after being boiled. When I had cereal my first day, the milk was hot. Very different but actually very good! 
That day we set off on our mission to Chemolingot, East Pokot Baringo County for our mission. I met Brittany Harman (my teammate from Canada that I mentioned in my last blog) on the way ( love love love love her) and we shared the biggest and longest hug ever! It was so amazing to see her for the first time in Kenya, I think I'll always remember that moment :). On the way to Chemolingot we stopped in Nakuru to meet the rest of the team for that week's mission. We met Observative, Oliver, Jeff and Lucy. Right after meeting them, Brittany leaned over and told me to remember that moment because I wouldn't believe how close we would get as a team in only one week. She was so right :). They are all such incredible individuals. From Nakuru we took public transportation, a matatu (gotta love em 😉) for the rest of the journey. We sang worship songs the entire way there :). On just the first day I saw so many animals in our travels. Baboons casually crossing the road, camels, zebras, donkeys and goats everywhere. There were also a lot of dogs roaming around. The dogs here are all wild, none of them are pets, which is really hard for me because I always want to pet them! 
On our way to Chemolingot we stopped in a small rural town. That was the first time this trip that I experienced feeling very very different as a Canadian in Kenya. There were so many people and children everywhere and they wouldn't stop staring at me and Brittany. The children were almost afraid of me, but once I broke the "touch barrier" and shook their hands, they couldn't stop stroking my skin and touching my hair. :) That was just the beginning of being the first white person many of the children I would come in contact with ever saw. I never ever imagined how amazed people would be of me, to say it simply, just because I'm white. It's so fun letting the kids play with my hair! 

After that experience, I got to use a rural toilet for the first time, that was a fun experience too haha. Most toilets in the towns away from the city  are small holes or toilet bowls in the floor that you squat over to use, then pour a bucket of water in to flush. That was a fun experience, especially when I didn't bring my own toilet paper with me the first time haha 😅 oh so funny. Good times. 
We finally arrived in Chemolingot and had a nice meal and then rested for the evening. Always remember if you are coming to Africa to bring your own towel, small pillow, toilet paper, soap and powdered laundry detergent! Some of those I unfortunately forgot which made living a bit difficult.
Sleeping arrangements always include a mosquito net as well, due to the malaria risk, so it's definitely wise to bring one, even if most of your hosts own extra. 
Day two was when the fun started :). 
Throughout the week we went to various schools sharing words of encouragement to the children and sharing the Gospel. Many children drop out of school at a very early age after community-wide circumcision (both male and female). That takes place every 5-7 years in a community and all children from ages 5 to late teens can get circumcised. 
We were putting on activities with the children to encourage them to stay in school and pursue their dreams. Another strong issue we ran into was the lack of literacy rates amongst the children's parents (one community we visited was 99.9% illiterate) and the need for some families to move depending on the fruitfulness of the land (as most make their livings off of farming and/or livestock). Another program that is being introduced by the team is "Bee for Education". At one school we presented the top two students with big beehives. These beehives will eventually provide a source for honey, and a source for the children to make money to pay for their schooling. One beehive essentially can bring a child all the way through their schooling. Giving them to the top students in the highest grade (class 5 in that village, as others dropped out before making it further) encouraged others to stay in until at least class 5 so they could get a beehive as well. 
We also started an art experience with the children to encourage exploration of fine arts, as many don't ever get exposed to that. It was a great activity for the children! They pasted leaves and dirt and branches   on the posters and drew animals. We sang so many songs with them and we started to mentor a few older students, of which we will follow up with and continue to be in contact with. Many of these children have so little. 

In attempt to keep this post fairly brief (it's already so long, I'm sorry!) I'm just going to quickly outline some big moments that happened during the mission. 

Our only medical experience to date was at a small dispensary clinic run by one physician and one volunteer. That is where we donated most of the medical supplies. When we first got there, there were moms and children all over, laying on the ground, trying to calm their sick babies. The clinic had 3 exam rooms and only one exam bed, so there was no room for patients to stay inside. One young boy (between 5-7 yrs old) was laying unconscious outside in the heat on a piece of cardboard with an IV running into him. He had a severe case of malaria. His sister was sitting beside him holding his arm. There were flies and so much dirt. When the doctor came to check his temperature, he just used the back of his hand on the child's forehead. In the rural areas, they have to be resourceful and use what little they have. To wash his hands before examining a pregnant mother, the doctor used a small alcohol swab that was from the pile that we had just donated.
One lady had a snake bite from a few days ago that was getting quite infected so on our way back to Chemolingot we drove her and her mother to the hospital. Lucy, our leader, prayed and shared the Gospel with them on the way and they both accepted Christ. They were not used to being in a car, so both of them vomited on the way. It was quite difficult.

Another community we went to had so so little as well. Many didn't have different items of clothes and those that did were tattered and torn. We lead a church service there with them under the trees and then gave food and clothes to them. I found that moment so overwhelming because there wasn't enough to go around and they all were in so much need. Everyone was pushing and talking loudly in Pokot language-- I needed to step back then and take a break by the car. They were all so grateful though, they gave us the BIGGEST honour of all as a thank you-- a live goat! 
It was quite a fun time riding back in the land rover with 8 of us and a goat in the back! The goat served to be our meals for the next week haha. I was able to help in slaughtering it (I just held the light because it was done at night). As a nurse, I found the anatomy part of it quite interesting ---but it was also quite traumatizing for me, to be completely honest! I wasn't able to eat much of it haha.

It's funny, some of the biggest challenges are in the small things. Like not having a lot of alone time.. Not knowing the local language is quite a challenge... DOING LAUNDRY. Haha such a challenge. They don't have machines here so I had to learn to do all my laundry by hand, which is actually much more tedious than it sounds. I always get laughed at because the children aren't used to seeing a mzugu (white person) doing labor. And of course I'm still quite awkward at doing it.. But it gets done nonetheless! Haha this is a side note, but today I wore a blanket around me all day because I washed all my clothes last night and they are still drying haha. 

Lucy, our team leader told us during the week about a community not far away that has a lot of unrest with the neighbouring community next to it. Unfortunately with the unrest, there was a massive massacre, the Nadome massacre, last year and many were killed. Due to strong traditional beliefs, the community refuses to touch the dead bodies, as they believe touching the dead gives them a curse. Unfortunately that means over all those bodies remain unburied in the streets in that community. MeMA hopes to help with that this summer, and bury the dead there for the community. I pray that I will be able to be a part of that. 

Our last day of the mission we gave all the shoe donations to the Chemolingot orphanage. Again, there weren't enough to go around, so not all the children got a pair. But the joy and the appreciation they all had was so incredible. We sang with them as well before we left- they all have such beautiful voices! 

After our mission ended in East Pokot, the team went camping on Baringo Island for the night. It was so beautiful and the best way to end the mission with the team. 
We then returned to Nairobi. I feel like returning to the city after being in the bush in the rural communities was the most culture shock Ive had the entire trip! The cities are so busy and the traffic is crazy! Because Brittany and I, are mzugus (I think that's how you spell it, meaning white person), and are super rare to see, people kept grabbing on to us and calling out to us. Haha so many men asked us to marry them. 

Back in Nairobi, where I am now, Brittany and I had the opportunity to explore some safaris and go on some day trips before Brittany had to leave to go home and before the rest of our team goes on the next mission. The beauty was breathtaking! 
We got to walk so close to some giraffes and zebra! 
Brittany left to go home yesterday and is still traveling as I write this. I'm so thankful for the time I had with her. She's been on many missions to Africa before and was able to teach me so much. I'm going to miss her a lot. But, now marks the beginning of a new adventure as I learn to serve in the mission experience on my own, with no others of my culture. 
Later this week we set off on the next mission-- including door-to-door need surveying and ministry back in East Pokot. The week following we will be holding a medical clinic in the slums of Nairobi, later in July I believe I will be volunteering in the Kjabe hospital and finally I will be finishing with another medical clinic in August.  

Anyways, I must go for now! Here are a few photos of the mission so far! 
I also hope to post some videos in a few weeks so you can really get a feel for everything I've talked about!

Sending all my love from Kenya! 
Kwa heri!
-Jaclynn











Sunday 29 May 2016

Preparing For My Journey


Dear friends and family,


It is currently 7:17pm on Sunday, May 29th and in exactly one week from now I will be on my first plane beginning my journey to Kenya. 

Today was filled with many goodbyes and enthusiastic "when do you leave?!", "you're going to have such a great trip!" and "now make sure you stay safe now" comments... and then of course the weekly baby cuddles, family time and trip planning. 

I am beyond blessed to call Calvary Temple my home church, a church where I truly feel I have a family. I am overwhelmed by the amount of support I have received for my trip from Calvary temple, and from other friends and family. It has brought tears to my eyes to see God pulling all of this together so smoothly. It truly is a testimony that in one month I have been able to fundraise almost to my goal. God is amazing. 

I want to begin my blog by explaining to you how this trip came about and why I decided to take on this adventure! Firstly, I want to stress how clearly I've seen God's hand in every detail of how this became possible for me. I often describe it as "God- orchestrated" when explaining it to people. 

SO. To explain: as a lot of you may know, this past Christmas I set off on an adventure with my school's fellowship group to St. Louis, Missouri to attend a missions conference called Urbana 2015. Together, we were exposed to many teachings and encouraging words regarding what true missions entail and the desperate call and need for each and every one of us to take action in one way or another to share the Gospel abroad. It was there God put Kenya on my heart, and it was there where I met Peter, a representative of Medical Missions Africa, MeMA for the first time. Peter would soon become a close friend and a mighty prayer partner. Although I had met Peter, and knew that MeMA was the organization I would eventually volunteer with, I did not begin contacting MeMA until mid January. I remember trying to contact Lucy, and not hearing back for a long time, and I remember being discouraged, but I felt to not give up. Soon, Lucy replied and she gave me Peter's contact information and, I guess, the rest is history. 

I'm not sure if any of you travel, but at least when it comes to me (I may just be the weird one..), whenever I get an idea that I'm so in love with in regards to traveling or beginning a new adventure I go all in so quickly that I get this sort of "high" out of all the dreaming and excitement of it all. My heart gets set on my dream so fast and if things fall through, I generally feel it pretty deeply. Well, needless to say, I didn't even think of what my parents would say before I began contacting MeMA and was in the process of committing my summer to volunteering with them. AND, I didn't even stop to think about the fact that I would be going all alone, to a country I've never been, experiencing a culture mostly unfamiliar to me with people who spoke a language that I did not know. It's funny, this is how beautifully God orchestrated this, before I even really stopped to worry about being alone, God provided me with a missions partner. And the way He did it was so weird and crazy and amazing. 

My fellowship was going to go on a retreat to Moncton near the end of January. There was a huge snow storm that night and I'm not even sure I know how we made it there alive. It took us 6-7 hrs to get to the camp (a little past Moncton) from Saint John. That should tell you how bad the roads were (and, that I may be a bit of a nervous driver in the snow ;) ). Anyways, we made it. And that night, the girls in my cabin sang worship songs together before going to bed. That's when the girls in the next cabin overheard us and jumped in for the fun. And that's the moment I met Brittany. She ran over, climbed up on the top bunk that I was sitting on and, basically we swapped life stories. We learned we were both in nursing, both loved the same field of nursing and both had a crazy strong heart for Africa and serving there-- all in like 30 seconds (or at least that's what it felt like:P). I'm not sure if by this point I had decided on going to Kenya, but about a week and a half or 2 weeks after the retreat, I had committed to serving for the summer. At that point, I messaged Brittany for advice about traveling and serving there (Brittany has been on about 4 missions trips to different parts of Africa already, so I knew she would be a great resource to reach out to). Needless to say, before I knew it Brittany wanted to jump on board and was totally gearing to go with me! It was only by God's provision that we were both able to financially afford this, and that both our families allowed us to make this crazy, incredible commitment.  

Throughout the past few months, Brittany and I have been in regular (almost daily) contact with each other, Peter, and the rest of the team we will be joining in Kenya. There has been so many details regarding the preparation that we've done, so I won't go through everything. But, I will say everything fell into place so beautifully.

Recently, I have been collecting medical supplies and shoes to bring over to Kenya for donations. If the rest of the donations come through, I expect to have 5-6 EXTRA suitcases apart from my personal luggage filled with donations to bring with me! Crazy eh? Amazing really! Not sure how all that packing will work out, but I will be doing my best to get everything together this week! 
In case you are reading this and you don't know what sort of work I will be doing when I'm over in Kenya, I will be going on a medical missions trip working in rural villages providing individuals access to health care that don't regularly have it. The team will also be working in a local orphanage! So I'm collecting shoes for the children in the orphanage and medical supplies for the clinic! I will also have opportunity to help out in the local churches affiliated with MeMA, and work through ministry there. My trip will be 2 months and 3 days in length and this will be the longest I've ever been away from home!

To conclude this first post, I want to invite you to follow me on my journey this summer. I will be (hopefully) posting at least once a week, providing I have reliable access to internet at my home base in Kenya. I hope to also include photos with the blog to show you the incredible sights I will be seeing, so you will be experiencing this with me!
Please keep me in your prayers as I prepare throughout this next week, and during my journey throughout the summer, for safety and a strong spirit. 
Thank you for taking the time to read this and may God bless you and keep you, always!

All my love,
Jaclynn Beckett

Ps: below is a picture of a suitcase filled with the first batch of the medical supplies donations that I've gathered! :)