Archive - April, 2009

Rock Star debut: Eyes of True Believers (John Williams’ cover)

So, I recorded a video of me singing a song that my good friend John Williams wrote and was going to post it on this blog on his birthday (March 6), but Kenya internet said no.  Welp, finally I was able to get it on YouTube this past weekend during a freak fast internet moment.  So, happy belated birthday John…

RTQ – Eyes of True Believers (John Williams cover)

When I entered college I couldn’t do a very good bar chord on guitar and left college a much better guitarist.  It’s me therapy and has been a big help in Kenya.  When I play guitar I feel like my fingers are dancing and my fingers like to dance.

This song was written by John at Dwight Mission (one of the nearest and dearest places in my heart) and the last verse is about Dwight and a boy named Nighthawk McLemore who is buried in the cemetery there.  The lyrics are some of my favorite to sing and think about so enjoy and let me know what you think.


Furthermore, I don’t believe you when you say you’re doing well
The way is sometimes lit by fire other times it’s hard to tell
Sometimes God is in the details.  Sometimes God is in the yard
Sometimes flying seems so easy; then just getting up is hard

Don’t believe the ones who’ll tell you
Everything is black and white
For the eyes of true believers
See colors in between the day and night

Out beyond the most familiar where the highway meets the sky
Somewhere in between the desert and the world behind your eyes
There are questions in the answers.  There is light between the stars.
There are stories long remembered; brand new songs on old guitars

Don’t believe the ones who’ll tell you
Everything is black and white
For the eyes of true believers
See colors in between the day and night

In the hills of Oklahoma; on the banks of Salty Creek
A bunch of Christians built a mission and a school for Cherokee
In the graveyard by the mission; among the soldiers from the war
There lies the body of a young boy whose name was Nighthawk McLemore

Don’t believe the ones who’ll tell you
Everything is black and white
For the eyes of true believers
See colors in between the day and night

Week 32-33 Continued: Revival and Beach Video

Here is a very short video from the revival in Mombasa to give you a feel of what it was like:

Here is a very short video of the beach in Mombasa on the Indian Ocean:

Week 34: The Fall… of Robert literally

There’s a fence that I climb usually at least once a week to get out of AEE.  There is one entrance that is always open and another entrance that is always closed.  If you go through the open entrance rather than the closed entrance when you are heading a certain direction you have to walk an extra mile or so.  Therefore, I climb the fence when I am heading that certain direction.  Well, today as I was climbing the fence for probably the 50th-ish time I lost my balance and came down with my face catching my fall.

I was STANDING here (where I’m pointing on top of this 6’6 stone doo daddy)

and started losing my balance thought I had regained it and then came tumbling down.  I know what it takes to break something and I definitely should have broken something this go around.  I briefly dislocated my left knee and wrist, my jaw is bothering me, and my face is cut up a bit.  This is another instance where if I had a tail I would have been fine, but nope.  So, my face, jaw, wrist, and knee hurt, but I am still able to get around and spent the next hour after the fall saying, “Thank you Jesus” out loud which is not a usual occurence for me.  Here, I have been really good about thinking before I do things that might injure me, but would do in the States without thinking twice about it.  I’m adding this to the list.

Here’s the thing.  I was on my way to meet up with people at Carnivore, which is this BBQ place with all you can eat crazy meat.  Furthermore, the people who invited me had offered to pay.  So, I fell and thought I should probably go lie down for a while because I’m in a lot of pain… which is what I would have done on any other day, but the Carnivore was all I had on my mind still.  So, I limped back to my room, washed the mud off my face, put Neosporin on my cuts, and limped off to the matatu stop because I wanted some free Carnivore.  It was delicious, but everybody on the matatu and at the restaurant thought I had just been beaten up because my face looked like I had been.

Thank you Jesus I am not in the hospital! and that I shaved this morning because I’m not going to be able to for a week or two.

My face:

Week 34: Day in Dandora

Saturday, the YAVs traveled across town to a part of Nairobi called Dandora for our cross-cultural experience with all seven YAVs.  We went to a Saturday program that is run at a church for the children in Dandora.  Dandora is home to Nairobi’s enormous trash dump which is where some of the children live.  We had reading time, porridge time, movie time (Moses part II), lunchtime, and game time.  The day began with reading time where the seven of us split up and helped kiddos read.  My friend, George, could read better than I could in first grade, but didn’t know what some of the words meant so we mainly worked on definitions.  It was during reading time that I met my friend for the day, Nevada.  Nevada is one and a half-ish years old and walked up to me while I was helping George and started playing with my watch and arm hair.  Then the rest of the day wherever I went Nevada was right beside me.  He was the coolest kid ever.  It was amazing to watch him during porridge time and lunch being self-sufficient at his age.  He got in line carried his porridge over to where they sit and sat down and drank it all.  Then he got up and brought his empty cup over to the sink to be washed.  Later in the day, when we had lunch he once again impressed me by getting his food walking over and sitting down and then this was really cool.  This one and a half year old-ish kid saw my empty plate sitting next to me and picked it up and took it with him to the sink to be washed.

Nevada and I:

I named him Nevada because when I asked him his name in Swahili he wouldn’t answer me and he was wearing a sweater that said Nevada across the front.  So, we never spoke a word the entire day except for me telling him I didn’t understand him and him not understanding that, but still we hung out for four hours and I missed him when we left.  We all piled back in the van and headed back to the other side of town to create more trash for the trash dump sadly.

Porridge Time:

Coming to America and Scrubs

Saturday morning, I get a call from my parents at 9:15 AM Kenya time.  So, my first thought is, why are my parents up at 1:15 AM? I ask my dad what’s up and he responds frankly, “well, Coming to America came on TV and so your mother refused to go to bed until it was over.” Yes, Coming to America, the amazing movie about an African prince who comes to New York looking for true love starring Eddie Murphy and Arsenio Hall and featuring Samuel L. Jackson (the robber) and Cuba Gooding, Jr. (doesn’t even speak, just sits in barber’s chair).  Any who, I think it’s awesome that my parents still stay up until 1 in the morning when a life-changing movie comes on, especially since my mother instigated it.

Coming to America trailer:

Today, I was working on something and I heard Scrubs come on the television in the room next to me.  Apparently it comes on every Tuesday at 1:30 now.  I ran into the common room and sit down and watch Scrubs with the Foxies.  I was laughing like crazy and the Foxies were just looking at me like I was a crazy person from the States, which I am.  Kenyan humor and States humor is very different.  Furthermore, I have learned that most people from the States are very loud compared to Kenyans, hence my incessant laughter and loudness.

The humor in Scrubs is the same kind of humor my brain operates in, but most Kenyans don’t understand me when I am in Scrubs humor mode so I’ve learned how to tame it… most of the time.  Today’s episode featured random singings of the song, All By Myself, which is one of my favorite things to do randomly.  So, I decided to end with this nice little video of our good friend Celine singing us the tune because it’s the most ridiculous version I could find on YouTube.

Celine Dion 1997 Grammys:

Page 1 of 3123»