"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa
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Wednesday, January 31, 2018

The Kenya Journals, Ch. 33: The Orphans and the Orphanage



This is my last day in Kenya.   Late tonight, I will catch a flight homeward bound.   Greg has arranged a busy day for us in Nairobi, and right now we are going to visit some orphans.

A lot of people visit these youngsters, so Greg signed us up for a private visit, just the four of us and 23 of them.   Good odds for lots of one-on-one interaction, even though we don’t speak the same language.

We arrive at the appointed time and are escorted to the orphans’ playground.   It is simplicity personified.    In the middle of a clearing is a mud hole filled with rust-colored water, the same color as the iron rich soil.   There’s a small island in the middle of it.

There are a couple posts planted in the ground and a blue bucket that holds fresh water.   One of the staff rolls out a wheelbarrow full of bottles with nipples.   That’s an awful lot of milk for 23 young ones!








While I am considering all those bottles of milk, I hear a noise from the left.   And here they come, traveling as fast as their feet can carry them!

They are not exactly running, but lumbering along, as it were, with the rolling gait of elephants.     Yes, elephants.  These are orphaned elephants, and once I get past the awful circumstances of how they lost their mothers (poaching, human-wildlife conflict, or rejection), and see how well-adjusted and tended they are, I just take joy in the fact that they are alive and happy and thriving.
















This is the elephant orphanage established by the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, founded by Dr. Dame Daphne Sheldrick in memory of her husband.    She was the first person to perfect the milk formula and animal husbandry for milk-dependent elephants and rhinos.

The bottles are first.   These babies need their milk every three hours.




Is this the ellie equivalent of licking your lips?









When some of them have slurped down the 2.3 liters of milk, the staff use spades to scoop and throw water on the animals and before long, the ellies are rolling and splashing and playing in the muddy red water.























A good roll in the dirt completes the daily grooming.   When the mud dries, the ellie’s hides will be protected from sunburn and insects.


















And the posts were for scratching!









A drink of fresh water from the blue bucket tastes good, but it’s sometimes more fun to play with the hose or scratch one’s backside on the bucket itself.























The youngest of the orphans is only a few months old and stays closer to the people than the other ellies.   She is slowly adapting to her new circumstances, and her keepers keep a close eye on her as she is still in a fragile state.   I immediately fall in love with her and she and I share a special moment or two.












She doesn’t join the others in the mud, afraid they might roll on her.
She, too, was orphaned by poachers.

Another ellie has a large protrusion on her ankle, the result of being shot while poachers were after her mother.

Education and public awareness, as well as diligent patrols on the ground and in the air, are used in the fight against poaching.   Herders, they say, will often tell the rangers is they see an orphaned ellie.

Then, our time expired, the ellies follow their keepers back to the forest, and we wander around the grounds.









Each ellie has its own stall with its name on a placard outside.   The floor is covered with clean straw and there is a raised bunk where the keeper sleeps.   He will feed the ellie and keep her company throughout the night.









The keepers are rotated often to prevent bonding that might cause problems later when the ellies have been rehabilitated and are ready to be introduced into the wild.   That, in itself, is a delicate operation.  Sometimes a herd will accept a young ellie; sometimes not.

This transition is done at each individual elephant’s pace and can take up to ten years.  Around 200 orphaned ellies have been hand-raised by the trust, and many calves have been born in the wild from those successfully re-introduced.
Before we leave the compound, we pay a visit to another of its denizens.

This is Maxwell, an 11-year-old black rhino born blind and rejected by its mother.    Maxwell, a friendly little guy who lets you pet him, can never be released into the wild.   He is now a rhino ambassador.



This triangular lip identifies the black rhino, as opposed to the white rhino, whose name came from the Dutch "wijd," for wide., as the white rhino's lip is broad and square-looking.  That's the  naming theory. 


Saturday, January 27, 2018

The Kenya Journals, Ch. 32 : Kazuri--Small and Beautiful



There are a few things I’m sure about in this crazy life, such as the ebb and flow of the tides, and, as the fellow said, death and taxes.  There’s one more thing I’m sure about.

Had you gone looking for me on a certain afternoon in Nairobi, Kenya, you never would have thought to look for me in a jewelry store.   Just not my scene.

But there I was at Kazuri Beads on my last day In Kenya after a tremendous photographic safari on the Maasai Mara.   I was with three others and they were going to Kazuri Beads, so I went along. 






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In 1918, in a mud hut in a West African village, a baby girl was born to the English missionaries serving there.   When the child, named Susan, reached the appropriate age, she was sent back to England to be educated.   She married a surgeon, Michael Wood, and in 1947, the couple returned to Africa, to Kenya.

Susan worked with her husband to found the East African Flying Doctor Service, which later became the African Medical Research Foundation.


Seeing the incredible unemployment in Kenya, sometimes reaching 90 per cent, Susan Wood acted to help single mothers by hiring a few ladies to make beads in her garden hut near the Karen Blixen (“Out of Africa”) estate.


The business grew and expanded when word of the exquisite beads spread.  Today, more than 350 Kenyan women are employed by Kazuri Beads and their artwork is sold around the world, including on the Internet.


Some of the machinery that prepares the clay, with the raw product in the foreground.









This machine extrudes the wet, mixed clay into long tubes, as seen below.



Extruded clay.




In addition to a paying job, there is medical assistance and day care on site.

From the Kazuri Bead web site:  Each [bead] has to be shaped carefully, polished, fired, painted and fired again. The result is KAZURI, the Swahili word for "small and beautiful."

For a brief article and short video of the workshop:


Students tour Kazuri beads and get to practice make beads.



Hand-painting the individual beads.




Stringing the beads.





The lady ar right, in blue, is one of the original ladies hired by Susan Wood.











The kilns for beads and pottery





The stock



Tens of thousands of beads.    Taking orders by Internet.








Laying out a design

This line is used for making bracelets with memory.

No clasp needed as the wire returns to its coiled shape.   Look at that tanned arm, will you?



These people are sanding raw pottery to prepare it for glazing.




Hand-painting the pottery.

There are even outdoor jobs here.  This lady is keeping the grounds tidy.


Susan Wood passed away in 2006.   Kazuri Beads is now operated by the Newmans


My own purchases:


Memory bracelet.   Look at that winter untanned arm, will you!



Close up of bracelet.


Necklace