It turned out to be a man named Amos. Amos Kipeen.
I entered the large gymnasium and saw a crowd gathered in a large circle around 4 or 5 colorfully-dressed people. They were performing -- chanting and dancing and jumping and shaking their various obscure ornaments, piercings and necklaces. One of them...I couldn't tell which...was making very loud shrill "whoooop"s and "ayyye"s. The two men were barefoot.
But I loved watching them, especially when they began pulling strangers out of the crowd and just bringing them along for the ride. The strangers got into it, too, shaking dutifully to the chants.
I approached their table after their performance. They are the Maasai Buffalo Dance Cultural Change Group. They sing and dance in order to raise awareness and money, the latter of which is all donated to Matanya's Hope, an NPO that enables Kenyan children to go to high school. Most families there can't afford high school tuition, so education is pretty much a pointless dead-end joke, terminating after 8th grade and sending "graduates" right back to their homes to continue raising crops (but this time they know how to spell).
I went straight to the tall and skinny guy. He introduced himself as Amos, and then he and I talked for a good 15-20 minutes. I want to help him and his
It got me thinking -- my Jewish parents always wanted at least one son who was a lawyer or a doctor. Maybe they can adopt Amos and send him to law school for free as my dad's son. How cool would that be?
And then they'll have their son with the law degree! Haha, think of how many Jewish parents are out there, longing to put someone through law school or medical school. And think of how many other bright young people are out there who would do anything to be put through law school or medical school. Somebody call the match-maker; let's launch the JPPTWPDSP (Jewish Parental Pride Third-World Professional Degree Sponsorship Program).
In the meantime, I've read up on all of the Matanya's Hope pamphlets and brochures, and I took Amos' business card. I think I'll send him an e-mail before he heads back to Kenya.
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Jeremy, this is the evasive Grace. I just read your e-mail and saw this link and read your post. I grew up in Kenya and my dad worked with Massai church leadership alot. I had no idea that the dance of the morans were called the Buffalo Dance. It was just known to me as the morans' dance, with high, straight-legged jumps and the rocking back and forth while walking in a circle. The women are traditionally keep beat for the men's singing and dancing w/ a deep-bellied, rhythmic "umm" and I used to undulate and sing along w/ the mamas and girls when I was little.
I might drop by your bbq on Friday, but don't worry about food for me. I'm still on liquids/purees and might be able to try soft stuff I can mash against my teeth/palate. My molars seem unuseable...hope to join you!
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