Saturday
Monday, July 25, 2011 at 11:24AM It’s a warm muggy afternoon in downtown Luanda and the team drifts into the roadside soda shop. One of several that have opened up in Luanda since electricity arrived last year. Electricity means refrigeration, and refrigeration means cold drinks. It also means water pumps and more readily available clean water – our main objective this time. But on this afternoon it’s the cold drinks that have brought us to town.
Maurice joins us for a chat. He’s a retired science teacher and very involved in community projects. But this time we hear his stories about progress in Kenya over his lifetime. Born in 1944, he grew up during the period when Kenya was still a British colony. Not that many British (m’zungas, or white people) made it to this a more remote part of Kenya but their influence was widely felt.
In those days Luanda was much smaller; now more than 5000 people call it their community. The road through town was no more than a track through the bush; the fishermen had a small village by the shore and little of the land that slopes back to the Gembe hills was farmed. Those young men that didn’t fish hunted game in the bush. The prime targets were zebras and the hunt protocol was competitive. He who speared the animal was guaranteed a hind leg. The one that chased it and brought it down gained another leg. And another went to the man who killed the animal. Being fast on your feet and having a good throwing arm earned meat for your family.
The fishing was also good and one could catch plenty by line and hook from the shore. Now the boats go out early and the catches are not as good as they once were. The fishermen now live in small tin huts crowded between the main road and the beach.
Discipline was better then – maybe every elderly person reminisces like this – and harsh punishments made crime rare. Saluting an older man was expected of the younger men and boys; girls stopped and bowed their heads. Inconceivable today he tells us. But to our western eyes there seems to be no lack of respect. Some of the traditions of the Luo people have also faded away. He smiles, showing us one of their distinguishing characteristics. As young teenagers all boys and girls would have their six lower front teeth removed. Now, he tells us, the Masai are different, and the m’zungas too, but he can only identify other Luo by language. Dental advances aside, maybe this isn’t such a bad thing as Kenya tries to move away from tribal based politics.
While Nairobi may have been seeing material advances, very little of the British technology made its way to this part of Kenya. Utensils were carved from wood and water was fetched in gourds from a much cleaner Lake Victoria. Education was also slow in making its way west. The entire district had only a single primary school and that went only to grade 4. While Kenyans could earn degrees in Nairobi, getting beyond primary school in this part of Kenya meant boarding at a school many kilometers away. Now with more than a dozen schools in walking distance education at least is much more readily available. And the effort that so many families make to pay the fees to send their children to secondary school shows an enormous respect for the value of education.
Looking down the street from our plastic table and chairs we see a very different Luanda than that in Maurice’s 1950s stories. Population pressure has removed much of the bush, especially the large trees. The water supplies are strained and crowded conditions make sanitation difficult. There’s a long way to go to reach a more sustainable equilibrium, but there are signs of progress. Many more are being educated; ground water is being found and wells are being developed. The Viagenco clinic is adding to its health care and counseling services and expanding into developing schools for the orphans and food programs for the elderly.
Our afternoon interlude reminiscing with Maurice is paused as he stops sipping his cold Coke to answer his cell phone. The contrast between Luanda and our home communities is marked; but perhaps not as much as Maurice has seen here over his lifetime.
- Roy