Once you get past the ruts and bumps on the road to our station, you come to a gate guarded by Masai young men. These tall, handsome young men with striking white smiles intend to keep us all safe on the upper station as they man the gates and walk the chain link and barbed wire perimeter. As you enter our gate, you see stone school buildings, chapel, and homes. Ours is a duplex that we share with another couple. Our home is small but comfortable.
We heat with a fireplace that we use early in the morning and just before bedtime. Electricity is fairly dependable, but brownouts and blackouts can happen. The gray water from our washing machine goes directly through a pipe through the wall into a barrel and is used for watering our yard and flower beds.
If you are a courteous guest, you will call out "Hoodi" as you open the door and come in, and then you will remove your dusty shoes. Jim and I will greet you in our slippers, because we don't wear our shoes covered in red dust inside either.
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