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It was a wonderful time for me, and I continue to be filled with gratitude for the land and the people. It touched me, and all my family, in a very deep way, something that goes beyond words and description.
As I read about the places of the worst violence: Kisumu, Eldoret, my heart aches. I remember those towns. I remember the people - the fierce but loving Masai, the Luo with their incredibly brilliant smiles and warm hearts, and the Kikuyu. All with such open hearts, living in a beautiful land. Now I read how many are filled with hate, looting and killing, about how 60% of the people live in slums, and I just shake my head.
For some reason I had always thought that some day I could maybe go back, maybe with my kids when they're older, and revisit this place that was such an integral part of my childhood. Now I seriously doubt that if I went, it would be even close to the same. It really is true, you can't go back.
I do hope that the people of Kenya can pull themselves out of this madness and find a way to live and love.
As an ancient prayer from the Rig Veda says:
Let us be united;
Let us speak in harmony;
Let our minds apprehend alike.
Common be our prayer,
Common be the end of our assembly;
Common be our resolution;
Common be our deliberations.
Alike be our feelings;
Unified be our hearts;
Common be our intentions;
Perfect be our unity.