A couple of days ago in this blog, I posted edited extracts from Kate Copstick’s Kenyan diary.
She is there for her charity Mama Biashara.
Here is another edited extract.
We are being begged to go to a place just outside Nairobi which is called ‘the home of the Devil’. An unbelievably deprived village.
Sadly, as soon as the mothers were in touch to ask for help with their sick children – who have never even been de-wormed in their lives – the village ‘elders’ muscled in and demanded that, first, I come as their ‘guest of honour’ at a fundraising to build their new church.
Which translates as ‘give us a lot of money’.
The village seems to be run by the church.
Anything that comes in goes directly to the church while the women and children starve and become ill.
The general consensus is that I have no chance of getting to the ground except through the church and they will not let me do that. So we make a cunning plan.
The only way to beat the church here is to BE the church.
And so I shall be going to the ‘home of the devil’ as a nun.
Doris is laying the groundwork now. Sister Catherine Mary. From a tiny retreat in Scotland. The Sisters of Perpetual Poverty. Hence, no massive payout to the scummy elders.
Thanks to an excellent record in Religious Education at school, I can quote scripture till the cows come home. Starting with ‘suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven’.
Unlikely as it sounds to you and me, it takes very little to persuade these horrible men if they think you are from the church or something else important.
I even have a rosary left over from playing a Mother Superior in a play in Edinburgh.