While in whistler, we spent four days staying with the family of Vicki, Brian and Katie. We went to the school where Vicki was a teacher together with Jane who stayed with us for a few days. Whistler was cold and everywhere was filled with snow and ice. The roads were icy and completely covered with snow. Vicki and Jane were teachers in Spring Creek school which was a few minutes drive from Vicki’s house. In fact, when we went to the school for the first day, there were many cars parked beside the road than those parked in the parking bay simply because the parking was completely covered by snow. In one of the classes we attended, the students were really curious to learn from us how to make chapstick, the kind of African snack we had already made in other schools. We did this with little or no problems by the fact that we had done so in many other schools and now it seemed as if we had become professionals. After making some chapatis, we divided them into quarters so that all the students can have a share. Some students, however, confessed that they would not mind a half or even a whole chapatti if at all they were available. I remember a certain boy who decided to be left after school so that he would have some more chapati.
In another class, we were taught how to make formal conversations while greeting someone in French. We saved all this conversations in our minds, just waiting for a chance to teach their sister school back in kenya. We also translated the exact message in our languages and taught them how to say a few more words on Swahili.
Sometimes we went to the gym and learnt how to play some games. Personally, I really loved a kind of hide and seek, which had French words which can be translated as ‘one two three sunshine’. In turn, we taught them how to play ‘I have lost my letter’ which they simply translated as duck duck hose in the Canadian version. The best moments was while playing Stella Stella Ola game. Though this game was new to me, I always tried to get the second or the third position, for position one was obvious and definite, it belonged to a Canadian.
During one of the nights, we did a Pamoja fundraising by inviting the parents to spring Creek school. The entry to the movie was in form of donations where people contributed their money generously. Our role with Denis was simple and the most enjoyable, getting to knw people and greeting them in the Kenyan style and then directing them to the movie hall. The title of the movie was finding dolly. Most parents were accompanied by their kids and had blankets for they were to sit down on the mats.
During recess time, we could wear our snow pants and boots and join the little kids playing in the snow. Often, my hands always got cold.
Time came and we had to bid all the people in spring Creek goodbye. That’s exactly what we did but we left with our hearts happier than we went. I miss the kindhearted kids who devoted their time after school to conduct the fundraising. I miss the kids who went home, and requested their parents to offer them something for sale, parents who offered some items to sell and even gave their money out to their kids for donation all in the name of sending some Kenyan children to school. I miss the parents who dedicated their time and never complained of sitting on the mat, the ice roads and the cold atmosphere. Even the kids who sat down on the carpets and listened to the kind of life we live back at home I miss them.
It was my pleasure to spend those few days in whistler in Jane and Vicki’s house. I wish the days were more, only that if wishes are not horses, otherwise I would have rode. I would love to acknowledge the administration of spring Creek Vicki swan and her family, Jane and her family and the entire community of Whistler. Thank you so much for the hearty welcome you gave us, the best moments she shared and the sad goodbye. Thank you so much.