Kenya Day 1 – Nairobi

Never did I think I’d wake up cold in Kenya. Our western mind tends to contort Africa as one expansive landscape of blazing hot saharas and densely rich tropics. Instead, just like America and Europe, Earth’s largest continent expands ranging climates and experiences equilateral seasonal differences. The cold chill of the evening rain and morning dew blankets me in a humble familiarity.

Growing up educated by the Xaverian Brothers and fortunate to work at their flagship school, I am familiar with the names, phrases, values, and charisms that line the walls of the African province. The Nairobi setting is instantly homey, and the differences are relatively few. While the WiFi signal might not be as strong as I’d prefer, that’s likely due to the Xaverian Brothers’ economic decisions rather than my Western judgments of infrastructure and greedy standards for instant connectivity. Mutual stories bridge the divide, and we’re instantly connected by memories of Brothers, both living and deceased. Mike Foley, Richard Angarola, Matthew Burke, Harry Eccles, Jim Malone, Ed Driscoll, Peter Fitzpatrick, Larry Harvey, the list is endless. Brothers we knew in different contexts and continents unite the Xaverian network across time and space.

While I share in hopeful optimism and intimate connections, I do fear of a time when Xaverian educated Americans will fail at recognizing the enduring personal relationships because of western stubbornness. That is to say, given the lack of American vocations and American missionaries traveling to Africa, perhaps it is time to receive African missionaries who can impart their wisdom upon the American province? Our excuse cannot remain of lack of educational standards, as the tradition of the Brothers and founding of many schools were done so by many of the “least experienced and under-performing” brothers.

As the sun rises and the anti-malaria pill-induced fever-dream fades beneath an extra-strong cup of coffee, I bow with the hope that small things will grow from these early daydreams.

The main grounds of the Brothers in Nairobi
Garden growing Sukuma Wiki, “Kenya Kale.” (Though it tastes, looks, and cooks more like collard greens than kale.)

2 Comments

  1. I can’t wait to hear all about your experiences in Africa… when I was there with Fr. Joe Mitchell, we made our home base the Passionist monastery ! I loved the country and most of all the traditions and the goodness of the people! I hope you get to visit the Nairobi Museum… the history lesson is phenomenal… it’s small and quaint and makes you feel very much a part of its culture! Enjoy

    Like

Leave a Reply to Carrie Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.