5:30 AM…the alarm goes off and commences yet another day on what has been a great yet exhausting trip. Yes it’s Saturday…Yes it’s early…and Yes we…we are all in the same boat after a grueling schedule on Friday at Rosslyn Academy.
However, this is what we signed up for right? It’s time for another day recruiting and representing not only our respective institutions but Christian higher education. These meetings and sessions may alter the course of history for a student, family, city or even country...I mean you never know right? Well that’s the pep talk I give myself on this early morning and some days you just need one of those.
By 7am we are on the road leaving the city limits of Nairobi heading North West towards Kijabe, a small town nestling in the bed of the Great Rift Valley! Our descent into this marvelous and historical valley is filled with wonder as we gaze at the breath taking view of this valley and the once volcanic but now dormant Mount. Longonot.
The smooth roads give way to what seems to be a one-way, unpaved and bumpy road descending towards the depths of this valley and at times overlooking fear inducing ridges.
We arrive at our destination, the revered Rift Valley Christian Academy a school known for its rigorous academics and excellent students. We are greeted by Sandy Lee, the guidance counselor and her trusted assistant officially titled, “Executive goffer” who is a current senior who volunteered to help. During a tour of campus we are pointed to the historical first stone that was laid for the school by none other than President Roosevelt.
The program at RVA wasn’t anywhere as tiring as Rossyln and the numbers were also low as most students were away from campus. We presented sessions in two different segments within an intimate and engaging small group of students. The college fair portion of the afternoon was steady and manageable which was very much welcome by the team. Before we knew it, 3pm had arrived and we were loading back up and heading back towards Nairobi.
Our trip back presented one of the more exciting and funny parts of our trip to date. I had mentioned to our driver, that I had a group of Americans that had never tasted the popular snack of roasted corn and I asked him to see if he could find a place where we could buy some and also get to a view point to take some pictures. The driver however also wanted to really give them a true experience and thus chose to stop right in the middle of one of the open markets in the area and of course with all the White people in the van. It seemed that within seconds the van was surrounded with people selling roasted corn on the cob and there was just yelling about why we should all purchase some corn. “Take it, Take it…” was all you could hear as people shoved corn through the windows. What was to be a candid experience ended with us begging the driver to step on it and drive off, with just enough to taste and only to find that what we received was really the worst quality of what was being sold, a failure on the whole corn experience.
We then moved on to a view point to take in some of the breath taking views of the Rift Valley…and were quickly swarmed by people selling souvenirs and this is where our negotiating skills came in handy. Following some push and tug and Jodi being offered a rabbit in exchange for school fees for a seemingly innocent boy, we loaded the van again and headed back to Nairobi. They day had been long, busy and exhausting but it had been a good day.