We left the village of Merrille feeling good about our new Mentor, Christopher Lepaati Meselin. Engaged and passionate about his work, Christopher covers a large territory and shares our commitment to reach out to the women in the outlying nomadic villages, where there are deep pockets of extreme poverty. Some days Christopher walks 4 to 5 hours each way to enroll new women in our program, to mentor existing businesses or to deliver training programs. I was sorry that we only had time to visit with some of the new businesses in the main village, as we had a long day of travel ahead of us, but our visit with Christopher reaffirmed my belief that the success of each business we launch is directly related to the commitment of our BOMA Mentors.
The Laibon greeted us warmly and invited us inside his hut for a visit. It was hotter inside the hut than outside. Kura and I sat on the bed with the Laibon, who brought out a package of pictures. I was surprised to see a picture of a book that I had received just days before I left for Kenya. Our Laibon had a long family relationship with Dr. Elliot Fratkin, Smith College professor of anthropology and author of one of BOMA’s most important reference books, As Pastoralists Settle.
We asked about the patients, and the health of Ntoijoni. The Laibon told us that he was not able to do much for her. Every day he put herbs on her legs and chest to bring out the ailment, but she continued to waste away. While Ntoijoni’s condition was different, it was obvious that many of the male patients were HIV positive and this was a last stop for them. We left the hut, but the Laibon called Kura and I back to sit on his bed. He told us that many of the patients were too poor to pay him anything and he also had to feed everyone. He asked if I could make a donation to help him in his work and I pulled out some shillings from my bag. The Laibon quickly put the money in his kikoy and then took my hand in his, rotating my palm back and forth and then he spit on my palm. With his other hand he made some signs in the air, bestowing on me special blessings.
We arrived at the Isgargaro campsite late in the afternoon. Despite our reservation (strictly an idea in Northern Kenya), a group of CARE surveyors had taken most of the huts. There was enough room for a few of us, and the rest of the staff would have to use our one tent. Omar started boiling water for tea as we negotiated with the women who run the camp. Eventually additional space was found and we settled into the dark of the night. This used to be one of my favorite places to stay but the beds, made of lashed and old mattresses, are slowly sinking into the rough dirt floors, thanks to the munching of termites. I dreaded the trip to the latrine that was crawling with hundreds of cockroaches.
Omar cooked a meal of goat stew, cabbage, carrots and rice. Semeji went into the village and found a few Tuskers for David and Corwin. The air was still and hot and the Tuskers hotter. “I’ve never burned my lips drinking a Tusker beer before,” Corwin said.
It had been a long day and I returned to my hut to try to sleep. A basin of water was waiting for me and I dipped a long scarf in the cool water. I lay down on my bed and draped the cool wet scarf over me. In the morning the scarf was dry and my sheets were soaked with the sweat of a hot sleepless night.