Here are a few photos.

 We drove 7 hours from Kitale to Narok, the center of the Masai tribe crossing the equator.

In Narok Cherry met with her GEM girls. Ask her how you can help sponsor and educate girls for a brighter future.

 George Sadaris, our friend and interpreter at the Narok Clinic.

A very sick 38 y/o Masai man we saw at clinic just outside the Losho Mara tent camp near the Masai Mara game preserve.

Giraffes in Msai Mara

We left Kitale on Thursday the 26 and drove 7 hours to Narok where we did a clinic. We saw about 75 patients. We saw Ntayia, the  boy on crutches we had sent to an orthopedic hospital 2 years ago. He was excited to see us and we were happy to see he is doing well.

After a night at The Seasons hotel (definitely not the Four Seasons) we visited an orphanage and then stopped to help enroll a street girl selling bananas in school. This is the heart of Masai country and we drove 2 hours to a tent camp Loche Mara near a Masai village. That afternoon we saw patients for 5 hours - brucellosis, HIV, ear infections, skin boils, and malnutrition.

Today as our reward we took a game drive in Masai Mara Game Park.

Tomorrow we drive to Nairobi and say goodbye to the California team and then on Tuesday we head for Rwanda and Congo.

Here are the pictures from Mt Elgon from yesterday.

Here are the pictures from Mondays blog.

David saved an eight year old boy's hand today. I wish I could put a picture on the blog for you but it won't take pictures from here. The small boy's hand was swollen, the medical term is cellulitis.  The hand was hot but the fingers were cold. They were getting no blood.  I was working in the makeshift pharmacy.  David came  to me and said, "Give me 500 shillings." I ask, "Why?" He said this little boy is going to lose his hand if we don't get him treatment today."  Then D. came and ask for 500 more shillings.  No questions ask, Kris who was pouring meds with me and I started pulling money out of our wallets. It turns out that 500 Kenya shilling would only get him seen, but another 500 would get him an x-ray and treatment. We gave his sister the money and they walked to the district hospital. After we finished the rest of the long line of people that had been waiting for hours for our primary care, we checked on him at the hospital. The flesh had been opened with a knife, allowing the pus to escape and he was started on antibiotics. The cost, it's 75 K shillings to a dollar. Go figure, for $13.33 an eight year old boy still has a hand.  

We went to church at Birundi Church where we had worshipped in 2007. We saw old friends Pastor Joseph and Rachel Wyonyoni and Cherry’s friend Dorcas.

Monday we held a medical clinic in Sinoko, a village near Kitale, nicknamed Bosnia because it is composed of Bukusa refuges from Mt Elgon who were chased from their land by the Sobot tribe in the early nineties. A member of Parliament bought them this 5 acre plot but there are 100 families living on this small parcel of land, not enough land to   raise food to eat. We saw malnutrition, malaria, pneumonia, and other diseases of disadvantage. We took a walk through the village and David taught Noel how to dance. 

Tomorrow we go to Mt Elgon, where their is still periodic fighting over land, usually around election time.

Sorry no pictures. Internet too slow here

Today was a rewarding day. After breakfast at the Kitale Club where we are staying we drove to The Purpose Driven Academy. some of our group painted classrooms and Cherry and I saw 16 children from the Academy who had been in a home previously where there was abuse. Fortunately we found no evidence.

Cherry passed out toys and jumped rope with one of the girls.

After lunch of pepper steak, stuffed peppers, and vegetables we headed for Sister Freda's Cottage Hospital. We gave her all of the supplies that we had purchased with the generous donations we have been given - injectable medicine, pills, and supplies plus a pulse oximeter and nebulizer. She was thrilled.

Then Sister Freda showed us the 

construction on the nursing school. Great progress since August. It is almost roofed! She is very proud of it and hopes to have a class of eighteen girls very soon.

We made it to Kitale yesterday evening hot and dirty but after a shower and good nights sleep we were off to West Pokot, an area of Northwest Kenya with over 300,000 residents and five doctors.

 

It was a hot dusty trip. Steve Rutenbar, our fearless leader came up to Cherry at one stop and said, "Elton John called

......He wants his glasses back!"

We didn't see all the residents of Pokot, just most of them (or so it felt). As you might imagine the need is great and our time was short. We had to turn many away. Most of what we saw were respiratory diseases, malnutrition, and probably malaria, brucellosis(an infection in cattle that humans get), and typhoid. I say probably because we have no lab facilities. Sister Freda and her staff are really patient and helpful. I am amazed that they do this day after day. We will go to her clinic tomorrow. We miss Terry our dentist!

Sister Freda came to visit us in Dallas in late January. She was accompanied by Darlene Sala who has written a book about sister Freda Robinson, Heart of Compassion, Hands of Care.

It was her birthday and NorthPark Presbyterian Church gave her a birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday. We then had a video presentation of her work in Kenya. Cherry also had Kenyan crafts to support the GEMS ( Girls Educational Movement). The girls send these to Cherry and Marty Mattia who return the proceeds to the girls to support their schooling.

We had a reception for Sister Freda and Darlene at our house so that people could meet this remarkable woman and her biggest fan. Darlene and her husband Harold usually work in the Phillipines but are so taken with Sister Freda that they have helped her too.

Sister Freda told us of caring for President Obama's father when she was a nursing student in Kenya and then meeting then Senator Obama at Saddleback Church in 2006 at an AIDS conference.

On February 16, 2009 Cherry and David will leave for Kenya where they will again work at Sister Freda's Hospital and outlying regions. They are taking medical and educational supplies with them. After 2 weeks there they plan to go to Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of Congo with Steve Rutenbar, SaddleBack Church's Pastor of Relief. We hope to tell you more of our trip while there. We welcome your prayers and support.

We loaded into our vans and drove twenty minutes to Sister Freda’s. Steve Rutenbar entertained us with a story of Dean R, Steve’s friend and right hand man on these trips, who is not with us this year. Dean is in charge of the chicken coop project, a source of pride and income for part time pastors who are given one. Although this story took place in Oaxaca Mexico it could just as easily been here. A Oaxacan minister told Dean that he had a confession. He was not using the chicken coop as originally intended. He had moved his family into the coop and his chickens into his house because the coop had a cement floor and stable roof and his home had neither.

Sister Freda is now telling our group about her work, which has been eloquently told by Darlene Sala in her book Heart of Compassion Hands of Care (available at web site http://www.guidelines.org/). She describes the crops they grow to help fund the clinic, the school she has that educates and feeds eighty plus children daily, many of them orphans, and her dream of nursing school on her campus to give young Kenyan women a stable and independent career to free them from the dowry system that condemns many women to a lifetime of servitude and abuse. She mentions that she has a patient for me to see after lunch – a fifty year old woman with new onset of seizures.
We then divide into two groups one led by Richard Robinson, Sister Freda’s husband, to tour the school and crops and the other, led by Sister Freda, to begin in the clinic. At the school the children perform math drills for us and then are dismissed for lunch of ungali, a starchy cake made from corn or maize, and sukuma wiki, a delicious spinach like staple of the Kenyan diet. Then we meet Jacqueline. Her nickname is “Dot” and all the women fall in love with her, a diminutive 3 year old who weighed 10 lbs when she was found in a ditch unconscious. She had been at Sister Freda for a little over a month and has gained 5 lbs. The whole compound has adopted her and Cherry wanted to bring her home but Sister Freda knows that Dot is in the right place in Kenya.

Then we toured the shamba or farm. Richard grows corn, tomatoes, papaya, plantains, pineapple, pumpkins, and coffee. In 2007 he harvested about thirty 60kg (~ 130 pounds) bags of coffee beans worth about $200 each and hopes to bag forty this year. He has cows, chickens, turkeys and some big ole pigs partitioned separately from vegetation so that worms and parasites are not spread.
After our own lunch of beans, potatoes, plantains, pineapple, peas, carrots, and soda we saw two patients in the clinic. I would not see the lady with seizures until tomorrow as her doctor from Kitale had arranged to see her. So we saw Mary, a fourteen year old girl with worm infestation and malnutrition due to family neglect. Sister Freda hoped to keep her at the clinic as long as possible. And then we were introduced to Boaz, a seventeen year old brain injured boy, either from malaria or as Sister Freda related an overdose of malaria medicine as an infant.

After a busy day we were happy to reach our home in Kitale even if it was in a driving rainstorm. The Kitale Club is an old British Country Club with lodging and a nine hole golf course. We rested for an hour and then gathered in the meeting hall. During dinner we learned that the truck containing our luggage that was being driven to Kitale from Nairobi had overturned between Eldoret and Kitale and the fate of the driver and our luggage was unknown. After a prayer and a tense forty five minutes we learned that the driver was unharmed and had called Stonic, our tour director and point man in Kenya. Stonic had called the Nairobi police who dispatched officers to the site to protect our belongings. Even though there is a seven PM curfew, the Kenyan countryside at night is not a safe place. So we went to bed not knowing if our belongings were safe or not.