The Wedding
September 31, 2011
My whirlwind trip to Kenya is coming to a close. One week after my brother’s wedding in Seattle, WA I was at another brother’s wedding in Kenya. Three days in the village were far too few. Now a relaxing public holiday (Eid al-Fitr) in Nairobi to catch up on some sleep and reflect. Here, in a few parts, are some brief stories from my hectic five day stay in Kenya:
Arrival
Touching down in Kenya was like coming home. Pulling out of the airport I caught the familiar smell of red clay and it was like I hadn’t been gone even a day. It’s amazing how smell has the most vivid association with memories. Of course my driving later on the in the trip would call into question just how strong my memory is, but at that moment I was feeling good to be in my former city.
The first evening was the eve of Davis’ wedding. Davis, Rufus (one of Davis’ groomsmen), and I ran around until midnight getting things in order for the morning. Finally, Davis and I crashed at his new apartment in Nairobi.
Wedding Day
Davis was up at 5am in anticipation. I was up at 6am to drive Davis to the church. Though I was sad to have not been able to spend time with Davis and his wonderful bride Lucy in the months since they met, I had the privilege of sharing a few quite personal moments with the pair throughout the day – the final minutes pre-marriage with the groom, the drive with the couple to their honeymoon hotel, an evening chat with the pair as I dropped off their luggage for their journey to Mombasa. I am very grateful for the alignment of the stars that allowed me to drop into Kenya for the wedding on my way to Zambia.
Arrival
Touching down in Kenya was like coming home. Pulling out of the airport I caught the familiar smell of red clay and it was like I hadn’t been gone even a day. It’s amazing how smell has the most vivid association with memories. Of course my driving later on the in the trip would call into question just how strong my memory is, but at that moment I was feeling good to be in my former city.
The first evening was the eve of Davis’ wedding. Davis, Rufus (one of Davis’ groomsmen), and I ran around until midnight getting things in order for the morning. Finally, Davis and I crashed at his new apartment in Nairobi.
Wedding Day
Davis was up at 5am in anticipation. I was up at 6am to drive Davis to the church. Though I was sad to have not been able to spend time with Davis and his wonderful bride Lucy in the months since they met, I had the privilege of sharing a few quite personal moments with the pair throughout the day – the final minutes pre-marriage with the groom, the drive with the couple to their honeymoon hotel, an evening chat with the pair as I dropped off their luggage for their journey to Mombasa. I am very grateful for the alignment of the stars that allowed me to drop into Kenya for the wedding on my way to Zambia.
Davis prepares for the wedding
Lucy arrives
Davis with his groomsmen
The wedding service took place at a church in Nairobi West. The highlight for me was watching Davis and Lucy’s faces throughout the service as they shared beaming smiles and frequent laughs from their overflowing happiness. Lucy looked amazing in her beautiful wedding dress.
Stunning and happy
The reception afterwards was also a mix of familiar and new. Three hundred and fifty people attended the party. It was held in an open field and several tents were put-up with seating. When the bride and groom entered about half the group greeted them with ululation (that high-pitched li-li-li-li sound women make with their tongues) and dancing. We danced in a parade-like fashion around the tents for a half-hour or so before taking our seats again. Then the There were a few more traditions as we know them. Cutting the cake, speeches from parents and family. They invited several important people and organizations to give gifts and (long) speeches during the reception as well. The afternoon ended with lots of photos with the happy couple.

Post reception the couple is relaxed
Finally, I had the privilege to drive Davis and Lucy to their downtown Nairobi hotel in Davis’ car. I think this is an amazing reflection on how down to earth they are. They don’t need limos. They helped clean up and organize rides for all their families. They only needed each other.

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