The family resides in the traditional mud hut which is made of cow dung mixed with mud and as it dries in the Kenyan sun, it becomes as hard as a brick. The homes usually last several years before they need repair, according to Josephat. He also shared with me that the women in his community do the building of the mud huts, the men do not! He spent quite a bit of time laughing at my reaction to this. In addition to that, the women are not educated and do not go to school as they stay home and tend to the cooking and children. While this is the tradition of the culture, he also explained that his family was the next generation and he was making changes by ensuring his girls go to school. He was also willing to share with us about the female genital mutilation that takes place in their culture, although he reported that again, in his generation and now that he is in charge of the family as the first born male (his father passed), that he is choosing not to allow this for his girls. While I have my opinion about FGM, I was careful not to impose that or show weight on the argument against it, as I was there to learn about their culture and also respect their culture since I was a guest invited to observe and learn only. Not many people get this opportunity and if they do encounter anyone from this community, its not often within a personal, close up encounter like this so I was wanted to be sure I remained in learning mode.
His mom and wife did not speak any English so it was not easy to communicate with them. One thing was very clear though... their kindness and love! His wife showed me how to make chapatti in their cooking area which was so much fun. The kids, his sister, wife and I did the cooking for dinner and his wife would talk to me in Massai, but all I could do is stare at her since she was absolutely beautiful in her bright colors and jewelry (she is just what I see on National Geographic) and smile and nod then speak back to her in my own language. She listened, smiled and nodded and we kept rolling chapatti.
The next day, before we left, his Mom presented me with a hand made Masaai neck ring that she made, as well as earrings for me. I was in such amazement and tears just wouldn't stop coming. At this moment, we had another cross cultural encounter.... in their culture, crying/showing emotion is not accepted much when it comes from adults, especially women so she took my tears to mean I was unhappy and did not like her gift. Josephat had to explain that Americans show emotion, crying does not always mean unhappiness as it also means happiness too. She was thoroughly confused, and he said he would explain more to her later. He and I then laughed which only confused Mom even more now. So, she laughed with us and hugged me goodbye!
I want to thank Josephat and his family for allowing us to be part of their community and family for an experience I have ever only seen on National Geographic. This was National Geographic.... in front of me.... happening! God is good! This was an amazing experience that will forever be in my heart!
I want to thank Josephat and his family for allowing us to be part of their community and family for an experience I have ever only seen on National Geographic. This was National Geographic.... in front of me.... happening! God is good! This was an amazing experience that will forever be in my heart!



