Kai Staats: writing

Post-election turmoil in Kenya, 24 Jan 2008

Hi Kai!

Attacks were real, people have been killed yester night and more tension, fear and more displacement and loss of jobs as people seek refuge elsewhere. Nakuru has been calm till yesterday when some of … boys were spotted in groups and were confirmed to be non-residents of Nakuru.

More fightings, between groups of different ethnicity, resulting into death, damages and destruction of people’s properties. The killings happened at northwest of Pistis about 1 kilometer from the school. It is unfortunate that I can’t be able to give out the exact number of the casualty and death. But is reported to be more 5 or so were killed.

Kenyans, Nakuru in particular have been watching Hollywood productions and always felt like its good to watch movies in the cinemas and this is really war/fighting, never had experience of such. Now! Things are no longer in the Hollywood or cinemas but it is happening, gunshots weren’t heard by most of people, unless through electronics today a different story.

Results of the killings are demoralizing and have let us down in most areas of our concern. Respect, love, unity, harmony, friendship, neighborhood … are being killed by hatred and tribalism. Political differences may rip us apart.

Post-election, yes! post election, I think it is not election result that are fueling people to turn against each other, but my perspective is idle and inoperative people have taken advantage of the situation to loot and acquire things in a wrong way.

As much as they have support of their … Who will come publicly and say my supporter have been arrested without any wrong committed? At the scene of crime, in possession of goods without a trace of legal ownership, I forbid that. They are criminals not their supporters, if yes, are really supporters then the first and foremost criminal is that politician in defense of the criminal arrested by the police.

Politicians are the most to be blamed of every single blood drop from innocent Kenyans. People are killed by their supporter and no one, even a single political leader have publicly cursed the killings. They have remained mum and it’s like nothing is happening in their area of vicinity.

Some of them come out publicly and claim their people are being killed and are displaced yet at night they support the intrusion of other people’s properties and even to an extent robbing and killing. People.

What are Kenyan politicians? Self seekers, greedy to grab, unpatriotic, power hungry, un-visionary, money seekers, looters, people who want to be small gods [for] their supporters. These are politicians who think that they are leaders. It applies to them in opposition and Government.

I support every cause of unity and friendship among the people of Kenya and our friends who are with us in prayers and thinking of positive happenings Kenya.

Friends you are all dear to me and my family, my neighbor and my nation. I do write to express my concern to all of you that nothing can be solved unless hands are put together, a friend in need comes in the very time of the need of his help. We need your moral support and more so closeness in every way you may see us through this burning moments.

Kai, thank you for every encouragement you’ve had for us every singe help financially and morally.

Wycliffe

By |2008-01-24T15:25:08-04:00January 24th, 2008|2008, Out of Africa|0 Comments

Post-election turmoil in Kenya, 24 Jan 2008

Dear friends,
Receive very warm greetings from us. It is our sincere hope that you minds are on Kenya as the country passes through a trying time. As a destitute centre, we too have received a part of the displaced children from the rift valley and we are now all calling for help from all friends. Kindly read the attached mail and the photos and share with the willing, touched by the plight of the children. God bless you.
Regards,
Gladys

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By |2017-04-10T11:17:47-04:00January 24th, 2008|2008, Out of Africa|0 Comments

Post-election turmoil in Kenya, 22 Jan 2008

More orphans than resources
As more than a quarter million Kenyans have left or lost their homes in the past month, there are many children now homeless. The Kenyan government has mandated that key orphanages receive additional children, including Pistis. The following are a series of text messages from Jacintah, a staff member of the Pistis Academy and Orphanage and member of my host family.

SMS from Jacintah, 19-Jan-08, 02:40
“Children who r displaced du 2 the caos in kenya r being distributed at the orphanages around our towns. We’ll be given abt 10 or more kids for temporary stay.”

SMS from Jacintah, 19-Jan-08, [n/a]
“The children will be coming monday afta passing thro court.”

SMS from Jacintah, 21-Jan-2008 04:50
“HI, we have been given 20 kids who’r displaced they’r all 10 years n below.”

SMS from Jacintah, 22-Jan-2008 04:35
“Guess what! We’ve been given 10 more kids 2day n stil expecting more anytime.”

SMS from Jacintah, 22-Jan-2008 08:45
“As per now we’r in need of blankets, matresses, food, school uniforms, books, soap n medicine. Nway the list is endless. Thank u 4 ur concern n love abt us.”

Unfortunately, the government is not at this time offering financial assistance which places a tremendous burden on Pistis for the price of food has sky-rocketed and availability remains low. This may be the greatest, long term crises to face. SPAN is now receiving additional donations for Pistis.

Thank you! –kai

By |2013-10-08T20:52:21-04:00January 22nd, 2008|2008, Out of Africa|0 Comments

Post-election turmoil in Kenya, 20 Jan 2008

Text messages, email, and the news
The following are a series of text messages and email from Jacintah and her brother Wycliffe. We have remained in communication, nearly every other day this past month. I am privileged to receive these daily updates and then contrast/compare to the news as presented by NPR, as follows.

SMS from Jacintah, 08-Jan-08, 07:45
“At least peace is kaming n seen. President is expected 2 meet opposition leader in order 2 have dialoge n reconciliation. The person uniting is president of ghana.”

SMS from Jacintah, 16-Jan-08, 07:45
“Jambo! Hope ok. We’re doing fine tho today other towns r having peaceful demonstration bt people have been shot n wounded at kisumu town.”

At this point, I had just listened to an hour long program on the Sirius NRP Talk station. I do not recall the guests’ names nor their respective titles, but a number of important points were addressed, including discussion of whether or not Kenya could become another Rwanda. This is what I gleaned from the program, my own paraphrasing applied:

Rwanda was fully planned, an exacting execution of genocide through the use of military and powerful “hate radio” propaganda. Rwanda was an ethnic battle with political overtones. The guests concluded, “What is unfolding in Kenya is political with ethnic overtones … and is not likely to become something more.”

When asked about the foundation of the ethnic tension that is boiling to the surface, one of the guests described two potential causes:

In the ’50s, when Kenyans began to organize to gain political power, the then controlling British made certain the tribes were not able to work together by curbing political parties along tribal boundaries. This ensured these new political bodies could not gain too much momentum, too quickly. It stands to reason that just fifty years later tension along these traditional boundaries remain fueled, in part, by the former British rule.

When the British exited Kenya, large plots of land, ranches and plantations were sold back to native Kenyans. In the Rift Valley in particular, those who often purchased the land were not originally from the Rift Valley, but from the central regions of Kenya, creating tension between the Rift locals and those who obtained the land.

Come forward fifty years and President Mwai Kibaki regains office by what appears to be fraud. As Kibaki is of one of the two largest tribes “Kikuyu”, the underlying tension for tribal power is amplified in a region which already harbors an elevated level of tension, and Jacintah’s text message (below) hits home.

SMS from Jacintah, 18-Jan-08, 07:45
“But the problem is now being seen as tribal, personal n above all hatred is wat is seen in xperienced.”

Email from Wicliffe, 18-Jan-08, 18:13
“Nakuru is calming down for the last three days. I witnessed good progress despite the mass movement call from ODM part. I hope this will be in the whole country in the near future. Other towns are really affected about 20 people have been killed for last three days of protest. In Nairobi, Kisumu, Eldoret and Mombasa most affected cities.”

Of course, nothing is as simple as a + b = riots, but it helps to understand some of the history, the potential fuel for these fires. The worst thing the media, any of us can do is turn a blind eye to the strife and write it off as simply “an African tribal affair” for this invokes an emotional shield, a safe disconnect. Everyone belongs to a tribe in this world, whether it is our family, our church, our school, our town, or our State. Consider what would be required to cause such a response in our selves or our neighbors; what would cause the breakdown of our societal norm –then seek empathy for those who are experiencing this now.

By |2017-04-10T11:17:47-04:00January 20th, 2008|2008, Out of Africa|0 Comments

The Simple Life at Hueco Tanks

Early climber gets a spot
I sit in the passenger seat of my Subaru Outback Sport, the sun rising to my right over the East Spur of Hueco Tanks State Park, twenty miles outside of El Paso, Texas. My car’s thermometer reads 25F degrees. The wind has fallen silent for the first time in a week, giving the desert a welcomed calm which enables the sun’s warmth to be fully received. I will likely remove two of the four layers I now wear before I am allowed into the park.

standing in line really hard Anyone have more tape? Kai

I rose at 6 am and drove from the Hueco Rock Ranch to the park entrance, again the third in line. I may jump on a volunteer tour by 10, or wait till noon to gain access to North Mountain. My cell phone dangles by its USB tether from the driver’s side visor, facing due West to a gap in the mountains which apparently enables a very narrow band to the desired Edge connection. With this digital lifeline I am able to work until allowed into the park, and again at night following dinner and time spent in the Barn or around the fire.

It’s a strange juxtaposition, to let go of the comforts of modern accommodations, to camp in the middle of a high, wind scorched desert outside an historic border town, to watch the sky catch fire by the hand of our own sun before it gives way to the countless suns of the night sky, and then to slip into the world of electrons whose messages carry reminders of the deadlines and demands of those who awake each morning for a very different reason.

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The Rock Ranch
The Ranch was established in the mid ’90s by the late Todd Skinner and friends, and is now owned and operated by Rob Rice. It consists of a 2-story house and hotel, the “Barn”, two fire pits, slack lines, a dog kennel, and a few dozen camping spots set among ten acres of creosote bush, prickly pear, and ocotillo. The house/hotel offers a higher quality standard of living with nightly socializing away from the intense Foosball games in the Barn. The Barn houses a never-really-worked tuner and speakers, Foosball table, hot shower, card tables and cross-selection of donated couches which have long since reached the end of their intended life.

Mushroom boulder closed

This is the year the Park Service permanently closed the Mushroom boulder, as presented at the Rock Ranch. Too much top soil lost, artifacts destroyed by the pressures of overuse. The majority of the climbers responded by asking why the Park Service didn’t take precautionary measures sooner, to protect and preserve instead of waiting until it was for the most part, too late. The Park admitted to having not managed the area well, inspecting hot spots too seldom. Sad, for the artifacts and for the climbers too.

Jordon

A climbing mecca
People come from around the world to climb at Hueco Tanks, three or four languages spoken each night around the fire. And yet it feels like a family reunion for the faces are familiar from previous years at Hueco and commonplace meetings at Joshua Tree, Bishop, or Rocky Mountain National Park. Despite the countless tens of thousands of committed climbers world-wide, the bouldering community feels small when I consider the number of familiar faces over so many miles, a perpetually unfolding journey to mecca, year after year.

Prairie

Sedan roof racks sport crash pads, cargo vans with built-in kitchens, mini-RVs and pull along trailers, all adorned with an ornamental myriad of stickers promoting peace, climbing, and intentional homelessness by high school and college graduates who prefer the challenge of climbing a rock than a corporate ladder.

It’s a simple life, focused almost entirely on improving the mind and body for just one purpose –to climb harder. Some people climb one day on, one day off; some two days on, and then rest. Some come for just a few days or one week and push themselves to the limit, climbing four or five days straight which inevitably results in a donation of blood to the granitic god who turns crimson to brown; fingers taped, muscle tissue torn, wrapped, and bandaged.

high desert sunset

Silhouetted against the midnight flames are animated bodies whose legs, arms, and fingers retell the epic battle of the day, each move accompanied with the sounds of explosive release, cries of pain, and ultimate victory. The dances by fire light are the retelling of battles lost or won not with an enemy, but with an ancient companion whose uplifted magma chamber eroded into the perfect training ground for the climber’s soul.

By |2017-04-10T11:17:47-04:00January 10th, 2008|From the Road|0 Comments

Post-election turmoil in Kenya, 7 Jan 2008

Gladys writes, “We at C.M.D/Pistis, are safe and sound. Protesters and armies of destruction have destroyed and raged kiosks, shops and somse houses around us. It is hit and run style of tactics. The refugees (asylum seekers) whose houses were burnt down, now some are housed at C.M.D/Pistis, have made us receive threats of harbouring thugs. The threats are real, which is threatening our survival. Govt security is aware.

Also, we are experiencing food shortage to feed all and sundry. The available food on market are very expensive because prices have skyrocketed.”

By |2008-01-07T17:13:39-04:00January 7th, 2008|2008, Out of Africa|0 Comments

Post-election turmoil in Kenya, 3 Jan 2008

Dear Partners,

We write to wish you happy blessed New Year, 2008. We had a memorable year 2007 and thank you for your support during the year. It was a year of unprecedented miracles … we are grateful to you.

We have had general election on 27th December 2007. The post election has violence has claimed over 150 people killed hundreds of others injured in violence sparued by disputed results of the presidential election won by Mr Mwai Kibaki. Kenya is severely damaged due to disputes over the outcome. Both sides (Government and opposition) are alleging rigging and have taken extreme positions. Never has there been so much animosity between people who have lived together as good neighbours for many years.

Food and fuel is hiking and youths blocking roads and burning property as they protest at results of presidential role. Most of the businesses remained closed for the third day running. The few that open priced their goods exorbitantly with a bunch of kales going for 50 Ksh from 5 Ksh. Sugar maize flour beef and vegetables have disappeared as traders remain indoors for their own security. Meanwhile, the Government is assuring the country that its security force would contain the post-election violence. Pray with us for our stock of food and cash as CMD is drilling. Secondly that peace be restored to our beautiful country. That all Kenyans cherish the peace and stability that we have enjoyed from God and live together in tolerance and mutual respect.

Lastly, as we make the New Year, we wish you a happy and blessed prosperous mew year 2008. God richly bless you.

Bishop Laban and Rev Gladys Wekesa
CMD

By |2017-04-10T11:17:47-04:00January 3rd, 2008|2008, Out of Africa|0 Comments

I feel about thinking too.

I think about thinking,
and I think about feeling,
but because feeling is who I am
and thinking is just what I do,
I feel about thinking too.

By |2013-03-03T09:11:36-04:00November 22nd, 2007|The Written|Comments Off on I feel about thinking too.

Sheltered Views, Expanding Horizons

Sheltered Views, Exanding Horizons
I have edited this entry over and over with insight from many people and even more experiences, realizing that my reflection back on the U.S. is in fact jaded. I love my country, all that we have and hold dear. But I am challenged when I hear someone from another country hold the U.S. on an artificial pedestal of perfection. I feel the need to establish a balanced reality. Perhaps this is a knee jerk reaction. Perhaps it is my own frustration with the current state of affairs leaking through. I see the U.S. as an incredible marketing engine, its corporations and even the government excelling at the portrayal of a strong “Be like us!” campaign.

I recall a radio ad for a travel agency, a few years back, which closed with the catch-phrase, “So much like the U.S., you’ll never know you left home.” How horrible that instead of offering an experience, instead of offering the view to a new horizon and an opportunity to come home having learned something about another culture from which one may reflect and learn, this company sheltered its customers with the ease of travel.

At the bank yesterday, I spoke with the woman who greets the customers, explaining that I had Kenyan shillings to exchange to U.S. dollars. She gasped, exclaiming, “Were you scared? Did you feel safe?” I restrained a lecture, instead saying, “For every horror story you hear about on the news, there are a million people who enjoy completely fulfilling overseas ventures.” She nodded, hearing by not truly understanding what I had just offered.

Monday morning an NPR story told of the on-going battle for English v.s. Spanish as official languages in the U.S., even the Spanish speaking television station Univision caving to pressure to not ask questions of the presidential candidates in both languages, the post-event rhetoric stating that the candidates dual-language responses “diminished the quality of the event.” To see the presidential debates in Kenya in both Swahili and English was fantastic, the candidates flowing into and out of each language seamlessly. It did not detract from the debate in any respect.

How narrow a view! We are one of just a few countries in the world to not encourage, if not make mandatory a second language in the home, at school, and places of work, to not have street and airport signs, classes and manuals and tests in at least two languages. How can a country founded by immigrants who carried to this land dozens of languages come to uphold the statement that if one does not speak English, then that person is not American?

Language is beautiful! It is the fundamental foundation of our cultural heritage. It is the way we think, communicate, and live. A world that speaks only one language would be very sad, indeed, for it would quickly collapse the diversity of our unique cultures into a murky mix of lost identity.

I wish I had been forced to take a second language throughout grade school, high school, and college for I would be fluent in Spanish now, instead of good enough to get by. And my brain would be better wired to pick up a third and fourth language that much faster. I am a good writer, in part, because I speak enough Spanish, and learned some Thai, Polish, and Swahili in my travels. While not fluent in any of these, I can quickly recall the intonations, rhythms, and word orders, incorporating these into the way I think and write.

When a Kenyan aks, “How far behind is Kenya from the U.S.?” I laugh and say, “In some respects, you are far ahead. In others you are catching up.” The United States has a great deal to offer that is of benefit to others, but we have a great deal to learn as well. I ask only that as we continue to mature as individuals, and as a country, that we stop pushing so hard for everyone to be like us; that we stop long enough to ask, What can we bring home from where we visit? What do we have to learn from the rest of the world?

And with this world-view, perhaps inside our own borders too we may discover that we have a great deal to learn from those who live in our own town.

By |2017-04-10T11:17:47-04:00November 22nd, 2007|At Home in the Rockies|0 Comments

Shot in the back!

The real danger of home improvement … is your friends.
As I really do not desire to go through another winter waking to an ambient temperature of 42 degrees Fahrenheit (not joking) in the warmest place in my house, I am doing what I can before the Supercomputing trade show and the onset of winter to bring my insulation-less house back up to and then beyond its prior state. But installing fiberglass insulation is likely one of the worst jobs on the planet, even when wearing three layers, a respirator, and sleeves duct taped to gloves. And so I asked my good friend Sean to assist.

Last weekend we were installing batting beneath the new roof completed a year ago this October. We stopped to reload our mechanical staple guns every two or three rows. To make certain the gun again functioned prior to returning to the uncomfortable position created by the roof line meeting the ceiling of the room beneath, we sometimes held a good ol’ western shootout, right there in my attic.

Standing back-to-back, we counted off three paces, spun (careful not to lose balance and fall through the ceiling into my living room), and fired. Completely harmless, for at ten feet the staples would bounce from a balloon without damage.

But when Sean was lying on his side, struggling to force the batting to catch the last few inches of the rafter before it met the joist, I could not help but notice that his shirt had come un-tucked. At a distance of two feet I fired off three or four staples onto his back.

“Hey! Cut that out!” A few obscenities flew in good humor of the moment, Sean concluding with a “Just you wait!”

A few minutes later I had let down my defenses, again focused on measurements for the next run. He jumped behind me, pulled up two of my three shirts just as I turned to see the staple gun a few inches from my back and BANG!

“OUCH! Man! Are you crazy?#! That really hurt!” I spun circles like a dog chasing its tail trying to see where he had got me.

Sean responded, “You big pansy! You shot me three times! That was just one!”

I was still trying to reach the spot with my gloved hand for the pain had not subsided, “No. Seriously. That was way too close. That was –” And then I felt the staple in my back, “Oh! What the –” (now laughing) “It’s still in me! You shot me in the back and it STUCK!”

“What? No way. You’re bullshitting me. I wasn’t that –Oh man! You have a staple in your back!” Simultaneously horrified and laughing so hard he could hardly see straight, “Hold still. I’ll get it out.”

The staple removed, my shirt once again detached from my body, the sting quickly reduced to tingling. Still laughing, I reloaded my staple gun, shot Sean a few times for good measure, and continued into dusk, headlamps aiding us until we could no longer tollerate the fiberglass penetrating our clothes.

While this supposed one day job will drag into three half weekends, the interior of my nearly hundred year old roof neither simple nor regular in any respect, there is a sense of accomplishment in doing things with my own hands … and the enjoyment of working with a good friend.

By |2017-04-10T11:17:47-04:00October 28th, 2007|At Home in the Rockies|3 Comments
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