Kenya, Summer 2023

Proverbs 14:31 (NIV)
“He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for their Maker, but whoever is kind to the needy honors God.”

Luke 14:13-14 (NIV)
“But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed. Although they cannot repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.”

This morning I was thinking about a trip my wife and I took to Kenya a couple of years ago. I realize that I spend a lot of time thinking about things but not a lot of time writing about them, and I am inspired by others who bring more personal notes into their writing. As a result, this is my short account of the trip, its background, and a couple of pictures I took from this amazing experience.

Overall, one reason I love travel because of the way my eyes are opened every time I experience another culture. It has happened every time, from Scotland to France, and other places. Without experience, we tend to view the world through narrow vision. I feel like it is easy to see ourselves as the center of the world where we are always right and God loves us more. Perspective is a good thing.

During a Sunday morning service in late October 2022, our pastor announced that Hydrating Humanity wanted to send three teams to Kenya in 2023. The main focus of these trips would be to repair and build Hydrating Humanity infrastructure. My wife was working in the children’s class that day and didn’t see the announcement, but I felt like this was possibly something that God would have me do. After the service I added my name to the contact list to gain more information. I will add that the desire to go was not something I was expecting, and I feel like it was God-given. Growing up as a missionary kid, I am generally not drawn to mission trips, so it came as a bit of a surprise to me.

I spoke to my wife after the service and let her know that I had inquired about the trip. She also said that she was interested in going. We had never discussed anything like this before. Within the following months, it became clear that we were on the list and that God was confirming that we should go together.

I had an expired passport with my middle and last name only, so I began the process of applying for a new passport with my full name on it. The first application was submitted on November 8th 2022. The passport was approved in around 5 months. I think the major delay was simply that the passport offices were inundated with requests in the post-covid travel environment.

I’ll admit that during that time, I was concerned a bit. There were several steps that we had to take in faith. For instance, we bought the air tickets before I had a passport and before we had even saved the money to pay for those tickets. The whole time, I felt a sense of peace about the trip, and I kept telling God that I trusted Him. I figured, if He wanted us to go, he would provide.

I’m listing these milestones because they remind me (and hopefully others) that God is a loving and generous Father. He doesn’t ask and then not make a way. Here are some of the ways He provided.
* God provided peace and confirmation that we should go. This greatly increased my faith.
* God provided my passport in time.
* God provided finances during a time when we had spent most of our personal finances on moving to and settling into our new home.
* Though we did not solicit help, He provided a few donations from people that knew we were going. These are very meaningful and remind me that the kingdom of God is filled end to end with those who are sowing and reaping.
* I received an unexpected bonus from my employer.
* The Lord provided a bigger tax return than I had expected (usually I pay!)
* He kept us safe in a country that had ongoing political protests as well as plenty of diseases such as yellow fever, hepatitis A, and malaria.

Our travel was smooth. We were blessed in every way while we were there, giving our best to the Lord. We met a bunch of amazing people and made friends that I hope are will last for the rest of our lives. The people in Africa are

What was accomplished:
The team built a roughly 16’x42’ storage building for Hydrating Humanity well drilling equipment. Working with Hydrating Humanity staff, we poured concrete, welded, manufactured, and assembled (a lot of manual labor.) We painted and repaired the mission house on the property which I think is about 70 years old. We also lowered the property’s well-head and built a concrete box around it so that vehicles can park there without damaging the well.

Why did this all happen? Because God loves people.
Africans drink from rivers, puddles, runoff streams, and rainwater collectors, all of which are also used for washing, feeding livestock, and other things. All of these are contaminated with disease, and so many people die from a simple lack of clean water.

We visited the site of a water project and spoke to Hellen Ndere, who is the school principal. St. Celestino Nyangubo Girl’s Secondary school is on the side of a hill in Migori county Kenya. The girls there are one of many examples of how much God loves the poor, the downtrodden, the widows and orphans. His love is practical and He calls His children to be His hands and feet. At this school, they collected water from their rooftops as much as possible, but that water is never enough. The girls walk to the river every day to get water for washing and drinking. This situation exposes them to unclean water with all of its related health issues and to human predators that lure them away from safety and abuse them. It also eats up their available time for studies.

Hydrating Humanity partnered with the school to drill a well. A small plot of land was purchased at the bottom of the hill, roughly 300 meters away. The well was drilled, and a tank was installed that brought and stored the water up the hill, inside the school grounds. The school raised additional funds to add a return pipe that allowed excess water to be given to the surrounding village every day – their heart was to share God’s blessings with their neighbors. Ms. Hellen said that the water changed the life of the kids as well as the surrounding community. The girls are safer, can focus on studies, and as a result, the school’s test scores skyrocketed, and its growth has been astronomical – growing from 15 students in 2015 to around 1100 students in 2023. These are real effects of something as simple as clean water, something that we take for granted.

On our way back up the hill from the well, we visited a classroom. The level of hope and joy that was evident in these girls was so astounding that some of us were in tears when we left. God loves people, and His heart beats with a love that is no less for these poor and downtrodden Africans than it is for us in the western world. It is by His hand and in His name that these life-changing projects are initiated.

The organization we went with is Hydrating Humanity.
They partner with regular people and anyone else to bring clean water, hygiene education, and the love of Jesus to the poor and needy in Africa. See their website, hydratinghumanity.org for more information about how God began this work and how His love is being poured out on Africa. This group has completed over 1100 clean water projects, usually finishing 2-3 a week with four drilling teams. All of their wells are always maintained and repaired by Hydrating Humanity for free.

The Great Rift Valley west of Nairobi.

Tea fields on the outskirts of Nairobi

The Grand Yefrtil Administrative Center (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|-

“This… is so annoying.” Zara frowned and reached for Qon the way she usually did when things were not going her way. The silky warmth of the golden thread caressed her small digits. She directed a needle at the library bank in front of her and mentally willed the system to produce something useful.

It was no use. The ancient Xi glyphs that were projected above the library twitched at her continued disruption, but the results did not change. There were no revelations or flashes of light, just data… and not the data she was looking for. She realized that Qon might be able to alter the flow of aji as well as some surrounding matter and energy, but she had desperately hoped that Qon could tease something out from the immutable data within the Xi library.

She sighed. [Maybe I’ve become too reliant on shortcuts. Of course the records won’t change. If Qon did that, the last Ixant would have rewritten Xi history. Yet somehow the records have changed. Surely there were star maps pointing the way to Nidix at some point in the past. Nidix might have been the first Xi orb, their ancestral home or perhaps an important religious site. Maybe they hid it to protect the Predominant.]

“Viinox?” She said quietly. “Have there been civil wars within the Xi people?”

Viinox looked up from the data grid that it was studying and after a quick moment, tilted its chin downward. “No, Zara. The Xi have always been united. This is why we have become so powerful in a short amount of time.”

“Hmm. I- that doesn’t sound right. What society can be free of conflict throughout their whole history?”

“I can only repeat information I have. Speculation about the past is fruitless because I cannot know the past I did not witness.” Viinox watched her emotionlessly as it spoke, and its neck slits fluttered gently.

Zara nodded. “I understand this, but empires grow on the basis of their past success and failure. The past is recorded and become the foundation of the future – at least for wise rulers.”

“You prove my point,” said Viinox. “The records give us no evidence of civil war, and the Xi empire has grown in a manner consistent with unity. Should I assume the worst of my people against the evidence I have?”

With a smile, Zara patted Viinox’s shoulder. “Not at all. I’m just trying to find reasons why Nidix would be missing from the records. If not hidden out of internal conflict, then perhaps this is a simple mechanism to protect the Predominant. In effect, letting them rule from the shadows.”

“We see the Predominant every Ko during the tide of Eshtar. We see them transmitted of course, but they transmit from Nidix. It is quite a spectacle.” Viinox lifted its chin. “They pass down the changes to Xi law, bless the Xi, and if there are new orbs, they announce the new Iteek. It is a logical and simple conclusion that Nidix is not easily identified on a star map to provide protection for the Predominant.”

“But are they transmitting from Nidix? How would we even know?” Zara sighed and paused to offer a more conciliatory tone. “You’re probably right. I’ve searched the star maps, military database, social records, literature, and even children’s stories. There are references to Nidix of course, but nothing that pinpoints a location. Nidix would have visiting dignitaries and military patrols, but when I narrow down the search area to only include the paths of Xi vessels, there are no obvious waypoints that appear without a destination orb.”

“You assume all vessels are tracked within your records.”

“As you said, I have no choice but to operate within the information that is available.” Zara raised her hands. “What’s worse is that for all the secrecy, Nidix is still more accessible than the Xih. Of the Xih I find nothing. No records, no poems, no art. Nothing at all.”

“The Xih are different than the Xi, but they blend in. Perhaps your search for Nidix is intertwined with the Xih. If a Xih vessel is not tracked, there could be constant traffic between Nidix and another orb, and you would never know.”

“But isn’t the Hsstak a Xih vessel? I can see our tracks in the Xi records once they have been integrated at a functional Xi communication hub.”

Viinox tilted its chin up. “Hsstak is Xih, but I suspect that the tracking system can be switched off. There were surprise visits when I served under Mangas that make me believe this.” Viinox hesitated. “Under Mangas I was a mere Xi analyst and not privy to anything beyond my immediate assignment. Perhaps Tiirw would know.”

“I will ask Tiiwr because this is something that may help find Nidix.” Zara fell silent and considered her relationship with Viinox. After a long moment, she decided to be bold. “Are you embarrassed?”

Viinox’s neck slits twitched and it looked at her. “Not exactly. I-” it folded its three-fingered hands on its lap. “I have always done what I could to be the best servant, but it seemed to be never enough. I volunteered for the special assignments group in the Lutairu Academy and ended up serving on the Hsstak. This was a mistake because under the Xih I am nothing.”

Zara nodded slowly. “I know the Xih look down on the Xi. It must be difficult to achieve any rank as a Xi with them.”

“Impossible to become anything as a Xi. We are only a tool. The Xih disregard our value and as a result, our loss is inconsequential. Yet,” Viinox raise its eyes to meet Zara’s gaze, “with you I am valued.”

“It’s true,” said Zara. “You are probably my closest friend.” She gently grasped its hand. “I never expected to become a rescuer to anyone, the Hkkli, Rog, but especially not you. The course of our path is very surprising to me.”

Viinox bared its teeth momentarily before speaking. “Your valued support calms my essence. I must add that not every vessel in the Builder’s fleet is of Xih design.”

“Huh?”

“Speaking of the Xih vessel tracking mechanisms. The Xi war vessels cannot be hidden in the same way.”

“True,” Zara was surprised at the quick change of topic, “but we could split the Xih ships out into a separate fleet and gain surprise with them. I will ask Tiiwr if they know how to turn off the tracking. In the meantime, we need to find and categorize every star map, especially the older maps. There could be differences that will point the way.”

She gestured a few times and pulled up a map of the Xi empire. “When the map is overlaid with terminal and vessel traffic, I can see a few areas where an orb could be easily hidden yet still reasonably accessible. In fact, I assume that the Nidix is somewhere in the Xi core because empire growth would naturally consume space evenly outward except where there is resistance… and we know that history shows no outside conflict.”

Viinox gazed at the star map. “You have already analyzed images with stars in them to identify the location from a third-person viewer’s perspective.”

“Yes, quadrillions of images in the Xi library and then cross-referenced the date and location with known Xi worlds, terminals, and travel lanes. The search continues, but every location found so far has had a valid source.” A thought struck Zara’s mind. “Wait! What about the annual Predominant transmissions? Is this done with a night sky behind them?”

Viinox tilted its head down. “The Predominant transmit from inside the lantern that is never extinguished, the palace of light. Anyway, if you are searching within all available records, those would be included.”

“Aww,” said Zara weakly. “Well, it was worth a try. Maybe we’ll find something, but I am focusing on the map areas that are most likely.”

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When they jumped to Yefrtil, there were four small Xi vessels that unleashed a wicked hail of projectiles immediately. The battle was quickly over despite the surprise, though two of Kpleeb’s ships were destroyed along with a dozen Ganix and Hkkli crew. The subsequent landing at Yefrtil’s city center went as expected, and now, Kpleeb was in a bad mood.

“Since the Xi cannot predict where we will jump, they seem to be spreading out their fleet to cover all options,” Zara said quietly. She stood with her Da in the grand plaza of Yefrtil’s Iteek which was surrounded by silvery, soaring spires and an oddly simple stone box in its center. The stone was a mottled grey and its sides were uneven in a way that led Zara to believe it might have been carved by hand a long time ago. The pavement was covered with a light-brown, woven reed that muffled all footsteps.

Kpleeb nodded and spoke gruffly, and Zara could tell that he was annoyed. “They can afford to lose more ships and warriors than we can.” He pointed with his knuckle at the decoratively robed figure that stood before him. “Iteek, we came here as friends, but your ships were waiting for us. This angers me.”

The tall, thin Iteek washed its three-fingered hands in a slow, rotating motion. “These vessels were not of my people, your, uh- highness. Nevertheless, we ask your forgiveness and-”

Kpleeb raised his hand to stop the speech. “If these Xi ships were not yours, why would you ask forgiveness? And whose ships might they be? Xi are united, are you not?”

Neck slits fluttered quickly on every one of the hundreds of Xi in sight. There was a shifting in several figures standing on the outskirts, and out of nowhere a lightning spear blast struck down one Xi.

“You see, Iteek? I’m not looking for excuses, just leadership. From you.” Kpleeb climbed onto the stone box and turned slowly to take in the crowd. He touched his necklace and then spoke in a booming, amplified voice. “We come to gain information and supplies. These we will obtain even if you resist.” He looked down at the Iteek. “You will bring me to your command center and give me what I need.”

Unceremoniously, Kpleeb climbed down and bowed to the Iteek. “Lead the way.” Looking back at Zara, he winked. “See how patient I am?”

Zara followed Kpleeb who followed the Iteek and its retinue. The Ganix warriors stalked after Zara like a pack of menacing wolves.

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Later that day, after Kpleeb had sufficiently proven his willingness and ability to maintain control, Zara and Viinox entered the grand Yefrtil administrative center. High above, the ceilings emitted a soothing, green glow, and intricate patterns covered the entire surface. The hall stretched for such a distance that the air itself seemed to obscure visibility.

“This is such a beautiful place,” said Zara in an awestruck voice as she looked slowly around her.

“It is. This structure is one of the oldest in the core,” said Viinox quietly. “The decor and architecture is said to be one of the rarest forms of Xi culture.” It waved toward the yawning, empty space that stretched beyond them. “Hundreds of Ko in the past, before the Xi were capable of such data storage efficiency, this space was lined with the library, the Iteek center, schools, and most everything else. It must have been a busy place.”

Along one of the walls, many triangular structures were spaced out against the ancient walls. They were clearly not part of the original design, and Viinox led the way to one that was nearby. When Zara entered, she noticed that the smaller structure had no roof and that banks of devices were set against the walls.

“This is where we will work while we are on Yefrtil.”

Zara approached one of the large library devices that we now familiar to her. “I suppose we should begin again.”

Over the next few days, Zara and Viinox repeated their previous searches. She had hoped that somehow this significantly older Xi orb would have improved access to data. Finally, Zara’s frustration grew and she began to feel a sense of desperation. “I’m going for a walk,” she said to Viinox, standing up in a huff.

“Should I accompany you?”

“I can protect myself… but thank you for offering.”

She set off down the long hall. The small structures were the same. She entered several of them, and the same open roof and library devices were there in each. Her wanderings continued for quite a long time, and just as she was going to give up, she saw in the distance a change in the decor.

[I’ll turn back once I get there. It’s not that far.]

After another ten minutes of walking, she finally arrived at what appeared to be a cross-section. The pavement was the same but now it went in four directions. The opposite of where she had come from was the same as it had been. It stretched into the distance with a boring sameness. The two paths that intersected each other were much shorter and she could see the ends of them from where she stood. Each one appeared to end in a formation unlike she had ever seen within a Xi structure.

She made a mental note of the direction from which she had come and then turned left.

The floor began to sparkle as she walked. The large tiles that were the same as the main hall began to be interspersed with new tiles at an increasing rate. Zara smiled to herself.

It’s like walking on a rainbow road!

She walked slowly and looked up. Ahead of her, the hall ended at a large, curved wall. On each side of the wall, two intricately carved columns stretched to the height of a modest tree. The wall itself was painted with a mural. A tremendously majestic Xi stood with back straight and angled with piercing blue eyes up and out as if it was admiring a new land. Its bright green cloak draped smartly over uncharacteristically broad shoulders. On its back, a stout wooden staff appeared to be fastened, and the night sky beyond was emblazoned with bright stars.

Zara let out her breath in a long sigh of disbelief.

I have never seen anything so pretty anywhere on any Xi orb!

She stepped forward and put her hand on the wall. It was perfectly smooth and the image was highly detailed, even up close. She made her way first to the left and then to the right but there were no apparent doors or windows anywhere within the alcove. After gazing at the painting for a few minutes, Zara turned and walked away. From far back, she produced her Xi scanner and turned to capture a full-sized image.

Viinox is going to be thrilled – unless he already knows. But how could he?

You should buy my book

Now, you might see this email (or blog post, if you came through that avenue) and think to yourself.

Self, this guy only wants money. He’s a dirty, money grubbing capitalist!! How dare he draw attention to himself.

You, sir, leave me no choice but to retort to your hypothetical (and dare I say, nonsensical) rant. I’ll have you know that I took a shower eight days ago! EIGHT DAYS! Back in the olden days that was like… a week and a day. It’s a tiny amount of time to not bathe. Plus, I did not carry on with a significant amount of manual labor during that week and a day…. A mere ditch, a foot deep and 45 feet long does not make one dirty. This accusation is pure poppycock!

As for money, well… I like it just fine and consider myself a capitalist, but I have never grubbed for it. The closest I came to money grubbed was an early season of Naked and Afraid where the only vehicle for eating a meal of fat and squishy grubs was a dollar bill I found in the mud. That doesn’t count.

What I want (you did ask, right) is for someone to notice that I spent seven years writing my first book, all while working full time and raising a family, in the snow, up hill both ways! I wrote it with my heart and my sweat and blood. I wung it…er I was winging it. To this day, I have lost a solid two handfuls of money writing this treasure of mine, and unlike a child that might some day allow me live in their garage while I glance longingly at the afterlife, the book will do no such thing.

Really though, being as I am so kind, I admit that I am doing this for you. You will enjoy it. If you like a tale about the injustices of life and a strong desire to exit the (solar) system, this book is for you. Also, I’m a couple hundred pages into the second book in the series which is tentatively titled “Into the Night” so… Ya know. If you enjoy the first, you might be curious what might happen on a 25 year journey from Earth to another planet, and in an ugly space ship shaped somewhat like the empire state building.

You’re welcome.

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