“Listen, there’s thunder!” I’d put the cb out with a friend of a friend who’d said that he’ll believe it when he sees it. He claimed he was a natural skeptic. After 15 or so minutes or so of not seeing any rain, he’d sort of given up, though I promised him it would rain that night. So you can imagine my delight at hearing him say that.
That was two weeks ago, and probably the first cb in Nairobi, kindly donated by Georg. It was really destined for the remote arid place I am supposed to visit, but I thought to put it out here in the meantime.
The sky had gone back to looking oppressive after my gifting here a couple of months ago. On a hot dry day with a hazy sky, I put the cb out in my patio where it could point directly to the sky without hidrance from foliage. Thirty minutes later, we started hearing claps of thunder. It was unbelievable. First a patch had cleared up directly where the cb was pointing, and we could immediately sense cool air swirling around us. Then a nearby cloud became darker. At this point I stopped watching and went about my duties from which I was roused by the excited voice of the skeptic.
From that day on, there has not been a day without planes above the house. Yesterday I counted about 5 in the morning and another 3 in the evening. And the sky is not clear any more. By business has been hit too, ever since. When I sit at the computer I work on, I’ve been getting to feel either headaches or just dim. I use it because it has all my work. Early this morning I did some real good blasting and dodecing, and noticed only one plane this morning.
Yesterday morning something odd happened. A young man was found lying in a stupor just outside my gate. The boy who works for me was shaken, and thought he’d been beaten up and left for dead. We had to call the police to come pick him up. His mother came as well, and said it was odd because she’d been with him at home at midnight. I’ve seen him here before, standing at my gate, smoking (what I now think was weed) and cigarettes, but thought he was just a young man trying to hide from parents.
My gifting trip to the remote place with an underground base is still on. I am short of money to rent a truck to carry the found and supplies I bought the 10-member family – food enough for 6 months, I reckon and the cb. It will cost me about $200 for rental and fuel, so if you feel me, please help me accomplish this by sending me some money.
These people walk 10-30 km everyday in desert-like territory looking for murky water. The parents sometimes don’t eat so that they can save what they get for the animals and children. I also bought them a manual grinder because the woman spends most of her day pounding grains with a mortar and pestle. Its a tough life. I want to see them having rain. I believe they live on a vortex which has been hijacked, because the area is cordoned off and minor acts of violence are fomented there to keep others from the idea of settling there.