Day of Peace - Letters and Laughter

Jennie and I want to acknowledge Carol Dunn, Mary Jones, and her grade school class for writing letters to the standard 8 students here in Orinie. In observance of the International Day of Peace, the kids wrote about themselves, their community and what the concept of peace meant to them.

The idea came up a few months ago when Jennie and I cautiously wandered over to the school and promised to teach a few lessons. At that time our mere presence within line-of-sight of the primary school caused a riot. If I had to explain what it would be like to land on earth as a Martian, I now feel qualified to do so. Walking into that school felt like descending from the mother ship into a crowd of gasping, leering, mute with anticipation, and generally amazed children. There are kids here who have never seen pavement, so I would like to think that having seen us will shake out to be at least as strange and interesting an experience.

But all too quickly, we were just teachers, demanding attention from students and grading assignments. Jennie became the crazy mzungu who teaches reproductive health intermixed with science curricula, so hers was a more racy identity. But for me, the arduous task of teaching English composition was saved only by bribing the children with candy and national geographic magazines.

In conjunction with Carol and Mary, Jennie arranged for a Peace Day letter exchange. We did a letter writing session, where peace was discussed, and first drafts were scrutinized. Finally, we created letters that the class was proud to send out over the Atlantic. The kids here wrote amazing letters, in, what is their third language after Kimaasai and Kiswahili. But in truth, the hardest part was telling them to be patient as more than a month transpired before we received letters with the Indiana postmark.

The school buzzed with the news that letters had arrived. Instead of the usual grazing goats looking through the glassless, iron barred windows, hundreds of students watched expectantly. The letters were read and re-read and then passed around. They had so many questions about slang, and pop-culture references, and why Americans spell differently than British writers do. They really got to see a day in the life of a little Midwestern town through the eyes of their age mates—it was amazing to watch.

Jennie walked them through a discussion of social similarities and differences, as well as their ideas of peace. They responded with thoughtful notions and more than a few laughs about the way Americans see the world. They pondered how we can spend so much time indoors and how that affects our social interaction. And they marveled that while most of us don’t live with goats, we often have dogs sleep in our beds—that’s just weird. Most of all, they noticed how a little writing experiment made everyone feel much more connected, and that its hard to hate or fear someone after you have shared a little space and time.

Apart from all this, Jennie and I find it incredibly difficult to sort out how worthwhile our efforts are, and whether or not they are sustainable solutions to the problems we are seeing. When being here gets tough, we turn to questioning our purpose, and if what we are doing is helping make lasting change for the better. But Carol really emphasized to us that investing in children is always a sustainable and purposeful endeavor. So amongst the hard questions and loosely defined work roles, this interaction with the kids was clearly a great thing, and the closest thing to immediate gratification we have had since coming. The kids had a blast, they learned a lot about American culture, and we felt that we had accomplished something, while small, that will stick with all of us for years to come, so many thanks to all that were involved.