Giving thanks to God on life’s highway
Jez Smith recounts a journey in Kenya that didn’t go according to plan
We set out to Kaptama, via Eldoret. Our car wasn’t working so we took a matatu (a shared taxi) to Eldoret, then picked up a car from a friend. This car was a minibus, like a matatu, or had been once. Now it had just four seats – three in the front and one by the back of the sliding side door. The roads to Kaptama from Eldoret were bumpy, to say the least. But we got to see more of rural Kenya, from men sitting in the shade under trees at crossroads, to children washing clothes and splashing about in the river. At some point during our journey, a speed limiter in the vehicle got displaced and every so often when Bainito accelerated the limiter (with its rather irritating beep) would kick in, briefly cutting out the engine and stop us from exceeding 80km/h. Except that we were being prevented from going over much lower speeds.
