30 June 2009

When Pigs Fly (or Rats)

  • I have been following the blog of Bill Easterly the past few weeks.  I am in much of the same camp as he when it comes to aid.  He is of the mind that too much money has been sent overseas and has in turn stunted potential growth.  I have enjoyed reading his debates and general thoughts and his most recent post is no exception.  Often, semi-theories are put forth by good journalists such as Gladwell (Tipping Point) and Friedman (The World is Flat).  While good that topics such as globalization are relevant, it is harmful when entertaining writing trumps sound reasoning.  Easterly takes the Gladwell theory to task in his recent paper, and kindly gives a short summary on his blog.
  • In the morning, gathered at the pre-work sitting perch with Neto and David, an object fell between the three of us.  I was the only to notice and went to look at what it may have been as they continued to chat.  To my horror, a rat lay dead upon the green and tan grass.  Eyes still open and pointing mouth grinning as it lay motionless.  I looked up.  The sky was looking good.  No clouds.  A rat just fell from the sky.  I called the happenstance to David’s attention by informing him that a new plague was upon us.  Confused, we stood about the rat and its knowing grin.  With a sharp crow, the butler crow announced his presence in a tree twenty feet off.  It waited patiently for us to walk in for the day to start.  We said prayer and I looked outside to confirm that a rat had in fact fallen from the sky and it was gone along with the crow. 
  • Before rodents fell from the sky, a group of men caught a pig.  I assume that the swine flu arriving in Kenya has led to much confusion and the death of a few pigs.  The three flanked the pig as it stood outside of the SJC fence.  A man in a red down jacked flapped about as another with a branch attempted to force the pig towards the fence.  The third sealed the front exit and prepared for the pig to charge.  With feet under knees and thighs making a 120 degree angle, he waited with his arms out.  The red coated man scared it forward.  A lunge was fruitless as the pig dashed by the helpless man.  With the pig free, the men were off to corral it again.  With thirty yards between each, the triangle shrunk around the confused swine and it made a dash for the SJC property.  Inside, the men had the upper hand.  With corners the men worked quickly to trap the pig in the NW corner.  It was now up to the coated mad man to take down the foe.  A jump for the leg yielded two hands wrapped around left hind of a furious beast.  With little effort, the pig shed his shackles of skin and ran.  The last attempt came from the former branch bearer.  He moved slowly, each step deliberate to give off amity.  With gentle fingers, he tied the rope around the right hind leg to gain control of the animal.  Proudly, he walked off with his rope and a three legged pig hobbling to its probable death.
  • I learned Fr. Bob Dylan’s real name, Fr. Lubanga.  In Kiluhya that means machete.  I now know a nun and a priest named machete.
  • I was even more useful today as I provided some assistance with David and Angela as they put casting on both of the legs of one of the babies.  Man could he scream.  He was not happy to have his feet corrected by them, but it was interesting to see what they do and have David explain it to me.  With my time spent in the opposite side of the centre, it is always nice to have time to be in the therapy room and learn about how the therapists work.