The Final Call!

Habari! Ninaitwa Chloe Mwende. Ninakaa Lucky Summer na familia ya

Wambua. Nimekuwa nchini Kenya kwa miezi mbili iliyopita. Mimi ni
mwalimu wa Highridge Baptist Academy!
Hello! I am called Chloe Mwende. I live in Lucky Summer with the
Wambua family. I have been in Kenya for the last two months. I am

a teacher at Highridge Baptist Academy!

The days I have dreaded to see are finally here. My time is up. Tomorrow

will be my last full day in my Kenyan world. Agh! Why so soon? When I left for

Kenya on the 31st of May I thought that two months would be LONG! I thought

they would go by rather slow and that I would be ready to come home. I was

very wrong indeed. My time here has passed by in a hurry. Two months was

not long enough. My home is here in Kenya, and well I am just not ready to

head back to the states- a place that I feel like a visitor.

I know I haven't written a blog in quite a while, but I was very attimate in not

missing anything in the last few weeks. I wanted to soak up as much of this
place as I possibly could. Because I have missed telling you a lot, I could be

writing this blog for hours sharing with you all my many stories. Let me just

share what has happened in this last week, and I will tell you about the rest

when I see you! ;)

This week has been full of excitement, joy, sadness, and tears. I taught at my

lovely school on Monday and Wednesday. On Tuesday I went to the Massai

Market with my friends Maluki, Walter, and Maureen. It was SO MUCH FUN!

After taking them to a delicious lunch of chicken and chips (french fries), we

headed to do some shopping! The Massai Market is an outdoor market. People

sell all kinds of things, and of course they love selling to muzungus! Walter and

Maureen were concerned with my bargaining skills. They didn't really believe that

I could do it, but boy did I prove them wrong! I would go up to a sales person,

introduce myself in Swahili, ask them how they were, and then go on to buying

things. The people selling things would look at me funny, and begin spatting

off in Swahili, "Darn, this is no muzungu! This girl acts like a Kenyan." That brought

joy to my heart! They realized very quick that they could not sell things at a price

they would normally sell to a muzungu. I talked one man down from selling me things

at a price of 8,500 to a price of 2,500. I talked a lady down from 10,000 to 1,500!

Walter and Maureen were impressed! ha. They told me I was better than they were!

They even told Mama Joe when we got home that I truly had to be a Kenyan.

On Thursday I met with Jack and Bert Yates (the IMB missionaries who helped

me to come here). It was so wonderful to see them, share with them, and listen to

their advice!

After meeting with Jack and Bert, I went to teach at another local school. It's called

Lucky Shamir and they teach around 350-400 students from Baby Class-Class 8.

It was so neat to see another school and how it was run. The kids at this school

arrive around 7 a.m. and don't leave until 6 p.m. Can you imagine if I told an American

student they had to stay at school that long!

So today, Friday, was my last day at school. My last day at Highridge Baptist Academy.

This morning I went around to each class to spend some time with them and tell them

goodbye. It was truly one of the hardest things I have ever done. Looking in the eyes of

the children that only wished I could stay. Telling these kids that I wouldn't see them for

a year or two. Listening to these kids sing all the many songs I taught them. Seeing

these kids begin to cry because their teacher was leaving them. One of my favorite

classes at school is Class 1. As I went to their class, half of the pupils couldn't even

look at me because they were sobbing so much. Oh how I hated leaving them! This

afternoon we had a staff party where we ate lunch and fellowshiped together. After I said

a few words to the staff as a whole, each staff member got up and shared a few words

of encouragement to me and how much I had meant to them. I hadn't realized how

effective my ministry here had been until I heard what they had to say to me. Teacher

Anne (she teaches the nursery class) told me that she had never seen anyone love

kids like I did. She said, "Chloe, you love these kids more than we do. You have shown

us the way we need to interact with these kids. You have given them more hugs than

they have gotten in a lifetime." She just went on and on, and all I could do was cry. Mr.

Mutemi (Principal Moses) said that I had brought unity among the staff because I treat

everyone the same and have shown them how to treat each other. I have become so

close with the teachers and staff at school, and leaving them is heartbreaking.

Some of them said some quite funny things, so I think I will break away from the

sadness and share them with you. :) David (he is the accountant at the school, and

one of my closest mentors) stood up and said, "This girl, Chloe, she is not like other

muzungus who come here. She is different. Her skin is white, but her soul is black!

She isn't Chloe, she is Mwende!" Mr. Mutemi began to tell a story. He said, "A long

time ago, some American farmers wanted some slaves to work their plantations. So

they came to Africa and took many young boys and girls to work for them. After years

of working, they finally became free men and women. Some of the slaves went

back to Africa, but some remained in America. Chloe, you must be one of those African

women who stayed in America, and now you are ready to come back to Africa!" hahaha.

Sophia (teaches in the salon, and walks me to school) began to sing to me, and then she

said, "Mwende, I am certain that you will be back here permanently in just a few years.

You know when you come back you will need a husband, and lucky for you we have many

single male teachers here. Girl, the ball is in your court! Take your pick! Oliver, Brian... and so

on." Then men then began shouting, "Oh YES. Amen sister."

After the teachers said a few words we began a time of singing, dancing, crying,

and praying. At the end of the day, it comes back to praising our Savior. When the

party was over, we circled up as a staff, held hands, and prayed together. Emotions

were high, but the comfort of God was near!

I didn't end up leaving school until 5:45! I could not exit the gate to walk home because

so many kids wanted to give me more and more hugs. The teachers finally had to run

the kids out of the gate to go home. As one of my Class 7 girls, Samiya, was giving me a

hug, she said, "Chloe, thank you for showing us the love of God." I began to cry because

that was an answer to prayers. My prayer for this trip was that I would share the love of

God with these students, teachers, and the people of Kenya as a whole. To hear one

of my students tell me the exact thing I had been praying for was too much. Wow.

Glory to God that my ministry was a success! Glory to God that I have been able to be a

part of His Great Redemptive Story!

I will miss my kids, my teachers, my family, and my Kenya. I will miss the sound of

kids snapping their fingers and yelling, "teacher," which sounds like, "cha." I will miss

my kids of Korogocho yelling, "Muzungu, how are you," as I walk from school. My kids' hugs.

The sound of my children laughing. Drinking tea with Maureen, and laughing at David's jokes.

I will miss walking into the staff room seeing my fellow teachers. I will miss jumping up

and down playing until I am covered head to toe in dust. My home. Cooking with Mama Joe.

Reading to Melissa. Long conversations with my Pastor. Going without water for sometimes

4-5 days. Not knowing when the electricity might go off. Hearing the rooster outside my

window every morning at 6:47 a.m. I will miss the dust, dirt, and mud.

I could go on and on, but well you may get tired of reading. All in all, I will miss my Kenya.

I have been blessed to be here, and I could never say thank you enough to my God

who has sent me here for a purpose. A purpose of making His name known. You know,

my mom called a few weeks ago and told me that if I thought God wanted me to stay

here in Kenya right now, then I could stay. She said that I needed to be where God

wanted me. You have no idea how happy that made me. I was jumping for joy at the

fact that I have parents who support me, my dreams, and the plans God has for me. As

much as I wanted to say YES to staying, I know that is not the path God is leading me

down right now. The day before I left for Kenya I got a scholarship for school that

equalled the exact amount I needed to pay for this next year. I am pretty sure that was

God saying come back home! At least for two years to finish school.

God has huge plans for my life. The journey has started, but the path is long. Being on

this journey to Kenya has taught me more than I could have imagined. I am not the same

person I was, and I hope you will be able to see that when I return. You know I hear many

people say, "I left my heart in Africa," but for me my entire self has been left here in Africa.

Going home will be tough, and when you see my crying hopefully you can understand why.

Rhianna wrote me an e-mail that said, "Chloe, I know you love us here and

you love being with us, but when you hang out with us, you seem to not be totally there. Your

are physically here, but emotionally and mentally you are in Africa. When you get to speak

about Africa, your joy begins to shine. When you are in Africa, I know your heart has been

reunited with its love." Ree is right when saying this. I love you all, but I believe God has

greater purposes for me. Greater than being in the U.S. Greater than living an American

life. My desire is to live a Kenyan life sharing the love of God all around me.

"Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4

Well, my blog has come to an end. I can't thank you enough for all the many e-mails,

messages, and written cards you have sent this way. Thank you for walking this journey

with me and for praying with me each step of the way. I love you so much, and I will see

you in just a few short days.