More Than I Thought It Could Be (A Week With the Maasai)

(Click on the photos to see the complete picture, and go to the full album by clicking on”latest photos” in the left column). Maasai woman I’ve been trying to determine at which point the trip became more than I’d planned on – more than I thought it could be.  I went into it excited about time with the students but nervous about the unknown living conditions.  Particularly.. squatty potties, with which I was not yet an expert, despite my nearly three years of living in Africa.  Andy was glad for me to get out of Nairobi and see some more of up-country Kenya.  I guess I was glad for that too, in a sort of disengaged kind of way.  I certainly didn’t expect my life to be changed by the people of a small community called Olepishet. When we arrived on Friday afternoon, we met with our host coordinator, a Maasai man near my age, named Patrick.  He was dressed in Western clothes, but all the other young men with him were dressed in traditional Maasai clothing.  This means lots of red, beads, and dangling things. There were fourteen of them and fourteen of us.  Their role was to focus on us for the five days that we would be there – as our cooks, our guards, and our “entertainment” (or, as it turned out, our friends). Entertainment I’m not going to give you a full detailed minute-by-minute account here.  Instead, what I want to focus on is what or who I found when I went on this trip with twelve high school seniors and one other adult sponsor. ...