Kenya in photographs and a little about some wonderful people.

Kenya in photographs and a little about some wonderful people.

 

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Those two friendly faces are my Aunt and Uncle. Lynne and Nick Swanepoel. (My mothers older sister, they look so much a like its scary) They are missionaries in northern Kenya. They have been working with the Rendille tribe in Korr for over 30 years. (The house behind them is their A-frame house in the middle of the desert.) 

I am not an overly religious person. But you simply can’t believe in nothing, when you know these people. Over 30 years ago they moved their family to the middle of NOWHERE. (I am not even kidding) and took a spoken language and made it a written one. They have been translating the bible since. I don’t care who you are or what you believe in or not, that right there, is pretty friggen awesome.

The thing is, if it weren’t for those two faces, I (and my family) would not have the home we had growing up. Literally. The house I grew up in (for majority of my life) was/is their house. We lived in it while they were in Kenya. My mum still handles their South African affairs. If it weren’t for them I would not have the BEST memories of playing with our dog, Debbie, in the yard. I would not have lived close enough to school to be able to walk there everyday. I still call that house home. And it is all thanks to them.

Dankie Oom en Tannie.

Living in a barren landscape for 30 odd years has lead to some of the MOST amazing photographs. (Taken by my Uncle and my cousin) I have been fortunate enough to be able to visit them. When I was 16. Imagine a 16 year old, in the desert, with no running water, long drops and camels. YAH. I will tell you all about it some day.

For now, here are some of their stunning photos.

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3 Comments

  • Vernon May 20, 2014 at 7:26 am

    Nice one, Lydia. Land Rovers stuck deep in the mud is a such a clear memory of my childhood.

    • greenlydia May 20, 2014 at 7:34 am

      It amazes me that your dad always seems to get it unstuck again. If you have some old photos of growing up in Korr id love to see them. btw, seriously going to miss you and Es at next weeks weddings.

  • cupcakemummy June 19, 2014 at 3:44 pm

    National geographic worthy.
    Getting stuck in the mud reminds me of growing up in namibia and getting stuck on the dunes 🙂

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