7/8/98: Someone told me that “Kijabe,” the name of the town we’re in, means something like “cold, windy place.” It has lived up to its name during our stay…
NOTE: The free stock photo above shows the Great Rift Valley on a cloud-filled but sunshiny day, by katsuma tanaka on Unsplash.
7/8/23: The photos we took during our stay at AIC Kijabe Hospital all wound up with a decidedly blue-grey tone, because it was overcast during our entire stay. Perhaps that was a contributing factor to why I was kind of melancholy during our stay there. Rereading my journal entries reveals that I was morose to the point of “woe-is-me” self-pity. I wrote that I only felt welcomed by Bill & Carol J. and lamented that I was not being well utilized. It’s almost funny to me now, and so transparent. I was telling myself we were being overlooked, but really, I was withholding my efforts because my ego was bruised. I am surprised by the entries from our time in Kijabe, because in all the years since then, whenever I have told stories about it, I always thought fondly of it and even made recommendations to friends to visit. My emotions and ego were causing my heart to be a colder, more-windy place than Kijabe! I’m glad that distance and time provide clarity and a better perspective.