During my stay in Kenya I'm writing something that, if the publisher wants, it can become a book.
's a story made up of many short chapters. There
propose a choice a bit 'random.
The next day, in fact, came to the Shamba thirty people, drawn from nearby villages. Mostly women, but not all. This was the welcome party of the little baby Esther Faith in the community.Babak Kadenge attended the ceremony alternating with a sense of curiosity to hear a quasi-tourist participation. The chorus alternates with phrases of good wishes that everyone could give to small and his mother. After the first gospel, the participation of Babak Kadenge turned into commotion, then they belong.
One person had particularly caught his eye during the ceremony. A young man from making a humble but not humble, good-looking. He had already seen several times, always sitting in front of his house with a roof of makuti in a shamba bordering Tisha's Farm: there, sitting and listening to nature and the love of his family, spent his days. He must have been between twenty-five and thirty years and only two had become blind. He came to Tisha's Farm in the company of her sister and having a long thin stick (fimbo), much longer than normal white using the white blind. Every now and then held him in half and used it as a stick "normal", so he could see for example the roughness of the soil or plants. But when the trail suddenly appeared more linear and smooth and the walk could be quicker, he held the stick to one end while the other was held by his sister that made its way. Babak Kadenge appreciated the sensitivity of the sister of the blind man did everything to feel self-brother, intervening only in the face of unforeseen barriers.
The blind man followed the ceremony with gentle zeal. During the choruses, but also between a sentence of greeting the other and even during the pauses of the speech of the priest, alone, with unparalleled peace of mind, always the same words: Asante Buana, Thank you Lord.
that impact so strong with the fall of humanity was difficult to stand up for Babak: I was overwhelmed.
After the chorus, Salome, sister of Florence, sat in the small arm, stood beside her the mother of the baby, Mamak Rogers. Both were covered with a colorful sarong from the rest of the participants the ceremony, in a circle, began to sing. There is always someone in silence next to you, while protecting the community seemed to say that rite.
choirs followed the intervention of the priest, the same that Babak had seen in action at the Mass the other day. He was also in this case, the spell broken, but perhaps it was only an impression of Babak.
Florence would later explained to the priest that Babak had words of appreciation for the name of the child. African names have a precise meaning. Mothers generally choose the name according to the feelings they feel during the pregnancy, the baby may be called by the name of love (Pendo) Gifts (Zawada), Fortuna (Bahati), Beauty (Karembo), Grace (Nehemiah), Hope (Tumaini), Peace (Amani), calf (Kadenge), but also problems (Shida) or difficulty (Tabu).
The priest explained how in the name of every child there is a piece of her destiny, as in the allocation of the name there is already a responsibility on the part of parents on construction of the life of the child. It 'a thesis a bit' naiff, but a certain appeal. While the priest preached his thesis on the names, Mama Esther nodded sitting in the background. Nodded with a special contribution, bringing to light how much it appreciated and share it that thesis, because he felt it. Year with a veil of sadness in the eye. The word "Tisha," the name of his young daughter who died prematurely after a long agony, in Swahili, means "suffering."
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