The team up to this point has been above the norm as far as health is concerned. By the grace of our King of Kings we have been in good health as a whole, avoiding any life-threatening ailments. However, due to the foul air, smog, smoke and dust, several have experienced respiratory difficulties. These have sought remedies at the clinic just a three minute walk from our place of domicile. The small medical clinic is a quaint but sufficient place for treatment of the normal maladies of the area.
Nevertheless, I went with a fellow today to the clinic as he has been plagued with what, at best guess, would classify as a sinus infection. We entered the clinic and found no one before us, ensuring a speedy diagnosis. While we were there in the waiting area, the head ‘physician,’ Nancy, was preparing for the visit. For those who are waiting to be seen, a TV sits in the corner for their viewing pleasure. It is nothing more than a thirteen inch black and white TV residing in a rather large iron grate, padlocked and sealed, preventing it from being stolen.
I am unsure of the various television channels that are available here as we have no access to a TV. We waited for a few minutes prior to being summoned by Nancy, availing ourselves to the TV programming that was available. You will be surprised to discover that the channel which was selected was airing none other than Western wrestling. We watched in awe as professional wrestling, US style, was being pumped into that little office. The announcer was yelling and carrying on just as one is used to in passing by the channel back home. Mind you, we have only heard about that kind of wresting as we know good Christian people never watch wrestling or even converse on the matter.
However, I could tell the lady working the books over in the corner was greatly intrigued by the moving pictures she saw on the screen. I told her that not every American was like that, to which she posed a query, perhaps the defining question of the age: “Is professional wrestling real?” She desired to know whether American wrestling was real or fake or a mixture of both. I felt as if I had an opportunity to confirm her dreams or dash them in pieces on the ground. She could have asked no more difficult of a question as it was equivalent with our big questions in life: Is the tooth fairy real? Does chewing gum really stay in your stomach for seven years? Is a duck’s quack really the only sound that will not have an echo? Is the show Survivor rigged or more about playing the game?
Well, these questions and more flashed through my mind when she asked and I was torn; do I tell her the reality behind the wrestling match or just let her continue believing that all Americans enter the ring from time to time to throw each one around a bit. Going against my better judgment, I revealed to her that wrestling indeed was a farce and really it was nothing more than a male soap opera, masquerading in the form of athleticism. Perhaps I should recognize that in bringing truth to Kenya, this truth takes many forms. With this in mind, today the truth became one shade clearer for a dear lady, as one less person is convinced of our wrestling pastime.
Nevertheless, I went with a fellow today to the clinic as he has been plagued with what, at best guess, would classify as a sinus infection. We entered the clinic and found no one before us, ensuring a speedy diagnosis. While we were there in the waiting area, the head ‘physician,’ Nancy, was preparing for the visit. For those who are waiting to be seen, a TV sits in the corner for their viewing pleasure. It is nothing more than a thirteen inch black and white TV residing in a rather large iron grate, padlocked and sealed, preventing it from being stolen.
I am unsure of the various television channels that are available here as we have no access to a TV. We waited for a few minutes prior to being summoned by Nancy, availing ourselves to the TV programming that was available. You will be surprised to discover that the channel which was selected was airing none other than Western wrestling. We watched in awe as professional wrestling, US style, was being pumped into that little office. The announcer was yelling and carrying on just as one is used to in passing by the channel back home. Mind you, we have only heard about that kind of wresting as we know good Christian people never watch wrestling or even converse on the matter.
However, I could tell the lady working the books over in the corner was greatly intrigued by the moving pictures she saw on the screen. I told her that not every American was like that, to which she posed a query, perhaps the defining question of the age: “Is professional wrestling real?” She desired to know whether American wrestling was real or fake or a mixture of both. I felt as if I had an opportunity to confirm her dreams or dash them in pieces on the ground. She could have asked no more difficult of a question as it was equivalent with our big questions in life: Is the tooth fairy real? Does chewing gum really stay in your stomach for seven years? Is a duck’s quack really the only sound that will not have an echo? Is the show Survivor rigged or more about playing the game?
Well, these questions and more flashed through my mind when she asked and I was torn; do I tell her the reality behind the wrestling match or just let her continue believing that all Americans enter the ring from time to time to throw each one around a bit. Going against my better judgment, I revealed to her that wrestling indeed was a farce and really it was nothing more than a male soap opera, masquerading in the form of athleticism. Perhaps I should recognize that in bringing truth to Kenya, this truth takes many forms. With this in mind, today the truth became one shade clearer for a dear lady, as one less person is convinced of our wrestling pastime.
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