Kenya in photographs and a little about some wonderful people.
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.