Member's club

Jeevan and a few of the Kenyans get together every few weeks on Friday night to celebrate the end of the week. They call this group "member's club" and members are selected seemly at random with the only qualification being the desire to dance with abandon. Last night Paul and I were invited to join them (perhaps because they were meeting at our cook house?) and had a great time.

First they all had to be introduced to the famous PVC blow gun mentioned in my last blog. The guys recognized the fun potential almost immediately. They asked how was it made? What do you use for darts? And do you have any more PVC pipe? Then all took turns shooting darts at the trees. Then the boat on the lawn. Then the cow that happened by. After they all got their fill and had each had one to take home we moved indoors for music and dancing. Soon almost everyone was up dancing to reggae music and trying to sing along. When Paul pulled out his guitar and played a few rock ballads the Kenyans danced and yelled their approval. The big finale was the song "written" on the spur of the moment by Paul called "member's club". He made up verses about some of the members that brought howls of appreciation. The entire group joined in to sing the chorus (me singing off key and loud per usual). We ended the night early but with a plan to throw a farewell members club night for Jeevan before he leaves in 10 days.