Wind, Dust, Damage

When I arrived on Wednesday I saw that the roof had blown off the building where the hay is stored. Rebeka said it had happened on Tuesday night. She said it made a lot of noise and scared everyone. It looked like some of the materials could be reused, but it would definitely have to be re-inforced this time.

Roof Wreckage.

More roof wreckage.

That big hill the roof landed on is an anthill. Imagine your surprise had you been an ant in that hill when the roof came crashing down!

Hay Shed sans roof.

Speaking of materials being reused. Nothing goes to waste in Ilkiloret. A Masai man whose home was torn down in Embakasi came back to his family home in Ilkiloret and was able to piece together a home for himself and his family from the leftover pieces of mabati and boards from the construction of the classroom. We got rid of the pile of building supplies in our compound and a family got a new home.

The spare part house.

Besides the 40-minute downpour a few weeks ago, Ilkiloret has been without rain and the dust storms come out of nowhere every time the wind picks up. The picture below is what they look like. They look ominous from far away, but when one is upon you and you have nowhere to take cover, they can be dangerous not just make you really dirty!