TANGAWIZI AND THE CARROT SEED
After being asked by several people, I realized that I’m long overdue for a Tangawizi update. Unfortunately, there is not much to tell beyond the closing prayer requests of my last update.
The recent rains in Kenya have made it impossible to travel (safely) from Nairobi to Keekorok. Gloria said in a recent email that her friend in Keekorok is poised to call her as soon as the rain waters recede and it’s safe to travel. In the meantime, she’s sent pictures of both the photographer Gabriele Galiberti and Tangawizi ahead, hoping to get a lead on where to find the boy and his family. Because of the timing of the trip being delayed, Jennifer may or may not be able to join Gloria in searching for Tangawizi.
On this side of the pond, Lincoln talks about Tangawizi often. Once a week or so, he matter-of-factly reminds me that we still need to take a bed to Tangawizi. When I tell him that it’s too far to travel for us, he offers the simple solution: we should just take a submarine. It reminds me of one Lincoln’s favorite stories, The Carrot Seed:
A little boy planted a carrot seed.
His mother said, “I’m afraid it won’t come up.”
His father said, “I’m afraid it won’t come up.”
And his big brother said, “It won’t come up.”
Every day the little boy pulled the weeds around the seed and sprinkled the ground with water.
But nothing came up.
And nothing came up.
Everyone kept saying it wouldn’t come up.
But he still pulled up the weeds around it every day and sprinkled the ground with water.
And then, one day,
a carrot came up
just as the little boy had known it would.
Honestly, it feels like we’ve lost steam, and a lot of hope. Fortunately I have my three year old and “The Carrot Seed” as good reminders.