Charis Around
the World
Childbirth in Kenya
by Jannekah
Guya
The Slum That Never
Sleeps
The past couple of births I have attended have required me to walk
through one of Kenya’s most dangerous slums in the middle of the
night. I try to reason that as long as I do my best to do my part to
protect myself, God will take care of the rest. So I wear long
skirts to hide my mzungu (white person) legs, and traditional
coverings to hide my arms, hair, and as much of my face as I can.
It’s risky for anyone to walk these dark, muddy, garbage strewn
paths at such late (or early) hours, but in some places, being a
mzungu makes me even more of a target, and this is one of them. Just
about anywhere else in Kenya, at any other time, as a mzungu I would
be utterly spoiled by extravagant Kenyan hospitality and kindness.
But not here, not now.
I can always feel the fear trying to rise in me, slowly crowding out
the faith as I walk briskly with my head down and with every sense
on highest alert. As a drunk man stumbles toward me I can’t help but
ask myself if I’m being foolish. Maybe I should just go home and
come another time – during the day. Is it really worth it?
The enemy tries to convince me it’s not. An old memory of a similar
situation flashes in my mind – when a drunk man with a knife once
grabbed me and started dragging me into an alley before my husband
and some friends came to my aide. Who would help me now, I wonder? I
glance quickly around from under my head covering. The only people
crazy enough to be here at this time are clearly up to no good. I
feel certain that no one here would help me. In fact, there’s
probably a better chance they’d help a perpetrator than me. I spend
most of my life working with the most wonderful Kenyans, but these
are the Kenyans who need Jesus the most! I was told that even the
police have been paid to stay out of the area, which I suppose is
just as well seeing as they most often do more harm than good.
I decide I better stop letting my thoughts get the best of me and
stay them on the Lord instead. I imagine two giant, terrifying
angels walking with me, here on orders from my mighty and loving
Father. I pray for greater courage, greater faith, and deeper love
for those I am hurrying through the dark to serve. Everyone looks
out for his own interest, but not those of Jesus Christ. (Phil 2:21) My prayers turn to the task ahead and all who will be involved – the
mother, the baby, Mama Christine, and me.
When I reach Mama Christine’s building I quickly duck inside the
gate. It’s 3 a.m. and I am greeted by all the women who are lining
up to fill their buckets with precious water. They haven’t had water
here for 4 days and there’s a feeling of jubilation in the air. No
one is complaining they had to wake up so early to lug water up
flights of stairs. They’re just so thankful to have it. I myself jog
up the stairs, up to Mama Christine’s on the 4th floor.
After knocking gently I enter the warm room greeted by Mama
Christine’s warm smile. The laboring mother is having a contraction
and she grabs my skirt and clings to me until it passes. I think
birth must be the only human experience in life that can bring two
complete strangers so intimately close in an instant. What a
beautiful honor. It is worth it.
My hands are the very first to touch the tiny miracle as I usher a
precious baby boy into the world that morning. What right do I have
to be the first to hold and cuddle this little gift that someone
else has worked so hard for?! His mama is so happy, she can’t stop
thanking God. It is worth it.
An hour and a half later as we walk Mommy and Baby home and up 4
flights of stairs to reach their one-room house, I can’t help but
chuckle out loud as I think of how different things are here – how
different the women are. I think of the way millions of American
women are wheeled out of hospitals in wheel chairs after often
unnecessarily long hospital stays. But then I feel sad as I realize
the kind of message that alone sends to women – that they are weak,
frail, and fragile and that birth is traumatizing and debilitating.
I wonder if that lie would be silenced forever if they could see
this strong, vibrant, beautiful Kenyan mother. (Not that I recommend
climbing down and up 8 flights of stairs an hour and a half
postpartum!)
As we continue to climb, I look down at the brand-new baby in my
arms and am awestruck. According to the things we are taught our
whole lives growing up the U.S., his chances of survival should be
about one in a million! But somehow, millions of babies do survive
here! A phenomenon that can only be explained by the mercy and grace
of God. I look around at all the filth – the rotting garbage, the
rats, the cockroaches, and many unmentionable things, and I think
that God must feel so heartbroken to see His precious children
living like this. I wonder, if they knew they were His, if they knew
they were sons and daughters of a good and loving King, princes and
princesses, would they really settle for this? Never. And then how
many more babies would live, and have life in abundance?!
2 Peter 1:5-8 says we should make every effort to add to our faith,
goodness, knowledge, self-control, persistence, Godliness, brotherly
kindness, and love in increasing measure so that we will be
effective and productive. If those aren’t qualities midwives in
Kenya and in every part of the world must have, I don’t know what
are! I believe all of our hearts desire to be effective and
productive in our knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ and in this
call He has given us. May you be all the more eager to make your
calling and election sure, for if you do these things you will never
fall. (2 Pe 1:10) It is so worth it.
Jannekah
Martin and Jannekah Guya with their son, Ezriel and his big sister,
Amariah
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Your stories from around the world touch us and we pray for your
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Thanks, Love and Blessings to every one of you!
'Behold, I will bring them from the north country, And gather them
from the ends of the earth,
Among them the blind and the lame,
The woman with child and The one who labors with child, together,
A
great throng shall return there...And My people shall be satisfied with My goodness, says the LORD.'
Jeremiah 31:8, 14
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