After getting several vaccinations, flying 32 hours, and bracing myself to sleep in a mosquito net – I was ready to stay with the Pokat Tribe in Kenya Africa.
We were 8 hours off of the nearest dirt road. 4 popped tires.
There was no internet to guide us to our destination; just a good old compass to lead us through the rock terrain.
I was hotter and sweatier than a 13 year old girl at a backstreet boys concert.
The heat out there alone made me appreciate the nice climate we have here in the states.
We made it to the tribe.
When we showed up – people were scared. Some of them had never seen a white person before. “won-zoo-goo” they called us.
As we walked toward the tribe it started to rain.
It was 11 months since the last time they had any type of rainfall.
They thought we were the Gods Of Water.
It was hard to sleep at night.
You have a tiny shelter – you can hear all of the animals coming to life.
Baboons were grunting around, killing goats, tribes people yelling to shoo them off.
I slept with one eye open.
Not to mention the centipedes and the scorpions were so big you could hear them crawling on the ground.
I shined a flashlight at the ground and saw a centipede that was larger than a mouse.
The tribes people catch them, high protein they told me.
Being a personal trainer – I know the value of a good protein source.
I called for them and told them to grab it. #gainzfordays
I am going to blog about Africa more -- there are a few things I wanted to get across with you today.
#1. The first thing that made my heart drop.
There was a 5 year old girl – she had an infant baby on her back. The infant started crying. We asked where her mother was – the translator said the mom was walking to get water. The water was 26 MILES away. The five year old took the baby – cradled it, was talking to it – finally it stop crying.
The five year old put it into a sling. Put it on her back and started walking – I looked at the translator and asked where she was going – he said she was on her way to the garden. She had work to do.
CAN YOU FREAKING BELIEVE THAT.
What were you doing when you were five?
I was slamming chocolate milk in pink corduroys – I was being a boss at recess time, no mercy on the monkey bars, I was crying when I didn’t get my way, I was pounding snack pack puddings like it was my job, and I thought all boys had coodies, p.s I rocked white cowboy boots too….that girl in Africa is being a MOM at age five. Holy Heck.
That is remarkable, it is a moment that makes me so appreciative and I hope it does the same for you.
I was being basic AF as I was brushing my hair one morning. A tribes man comes over – he pointed at my brush and reached out his hand. He wanted to look at it.
I handed over my brush, his reaction was something I will never forget.
He looked in the mini mirror on the back. He started touching his face like crazy. He was speaking in Swahili so fast I didn’t catch a single word.
Another tribes man came over because this man was going nuts!!
He reached for the brush – looked in the mirror and started to cry.
He then handed it to another person – they too had a crazy reaction.
There was a lot of chaos going on, I looked at the translator. He said.
“They never saw themselves before.”
Don’t take anything for granite. Every time you look in the mirror – it’s a freaking gift.