We returned to the small town after the climbing exercise at the Maasai Rocks.
JM said we had the afternoon free.
The Kili Initiative team took a break.
I wandered to the nearby school.
The students had left for the day.
Their departing footprints scored the dust.
The school served the scattered communities.
The ground were devoid of plastic wrappers and the room were swept clean.
I met a teacher, Dauglas.
I told I had been a teacher at his age.
“I respect teachers as guides for the young.”
He was 100%.This was his home. He came back to help his people.
Not everyone will make that sacrifice. I gave him a good flashlight. Nights are dark on the equator.
He gifted me a Maasai walking stick.
“It should only be held with the right hand.”
I thanked him profusely for his warm-hearted gesture.
I headed back to the campsite. The wind was picking up.I felt a raindrop.
The first since arriving in Kenya. The Kili team members ran for shelter under the trees, as the rain became heavy.
The thunder pealed through the sky. I hadn’t bathed in days and stripped to my underwear. My tee-shirt wiped off the trail of wet dirt. The downpour stopped after several minutes.
A rainbow arced overhead. i was clean. A lucky man in Africa. Every day so far.