Each day at roughly 10:00 in the morning things slow down a bit in the working world for Tea Time. This can easily be seen at West Nairobi School (WNS). The boys and I leave preschool at roughly 9:45 each morning for several reasons. #1 diaper changing time. We’re trying to help the oldest socialize with his peers and even the fastest diaper change with your friends standing around watching just isn’t cool. #2 little MAN needs a nap. Again, not cool to be hanging with your hommies while little brother snores in the background. and #3 (probably the most important of them all) There is no need to see a little boy being “hangry.” Hangry is what my father-in-law calls being so hungry that you start acting angry. It is also synonymous with irritable, cantankerous, aggressively lacking patience, and overtly selfish. Not a pretty sight to see, in children or adults. So we leave the preschool classroom to take care of the necessities.
As we are exiting campus we are often caught up in what I call the maroon migration at WNS. The Kenyan workers wear maroon coveralls while at school and everyday at the same time they walk up hill to sit under some trees in the shade and have some tea. WNS employs about 35 workers, a large number for a small school, to do everything from landscaping to basic repair work in and around the school. Part of the goal of this employment is to provide jobs to as many as possible. In a country where there is a 50% unemployment rate this is a large school ministry.
With the maroon migration happening all around us the boys and I often get swept up in the movement as people cheerfully stop to say hello and to see how we are doing. I try to be cheerful but at an elevation of 6,000 feet I am more winded than peppy. I’ll blame it on carrying a boy, but in looking at many workers carrying things much heavier, I know that I am sadly out of shape. Eventually the migration has moved under the trees and the boys and I find a nearby bench so I can breathe as we begin our own tea time. What I find encouraging about Tea Time at WNS is the method of how it occurs. Someone brings a large kettle up the hill. Not always the same person either. Sharing is always important. People greet one another and relax. Then someone opens a Bible and begins to read and share from their heart. It’s in the Kiswahili language otherwise I would join them. Afterwards everyone gets some tea, chats a bit longer, and then goes back to work.
The happiness of the workers as they return to work is humbling. It’s clear to see that the relationship with each other is important but that a deeper relationship exists and this time each day feeds them beyond the physical. There are none who lag behind avoiding the return to work. None who grumble. While part of me thinks the power of food is a wonderful motivator and this is a great concept by the employer for productive working, deep down I know that the real motivator here is food for the soul. In fact the reverse migration is usually more joyful. They have a purposeful reason for living and it shows. Although I come from a goal oriented land of “time is money” I know that sacrificing the deeper relationship for the end result is not effective of doing anything except becoming hangry. I can’t speak for the rest of the world completely here, but it seems to me that this is a great way to miss the whole plot, and ministry, of being Christian.
The maroon migration may not be as spectacular as the annual wildebeest migration that happens not too far from here, or those crazy birds that fly all over the world, but the impact of this daily migration is eternal. Don’t we all do better, avoiding the hangriness in our lives, with a little rest time each day, fellowship, and immersion in the Word? So I’ve started making our own tea time with the boys more than just physical food in hopes of addressing our own hangry issues. That way when we migrate out into our world, others will look at us and see a deeper purposeful reason for living instead of something to stumble upon. I’m also looking for some maroon coveralls.