In a Land Far Away – In the Hall of the Mountain King (i Dovregubbens hall)

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During our dinner today, my oldest daughter started humming the tune of “In the Hall of the Mountain King” (i Dovregubbens hall). As my middle daughter joined in, I was very surprised to learn they both knew this tune of the Norwegian composer Edward Grieg. They even knew the name of the tune and some of the story of the play. I asked if they knew which country it was from, and they both answered “Norway.”

Although their heritage is from Norway and we go back to visit now and then, they really feel American and identify with the American culture. They hear stories and customs from Norway, and learn a few Norwegian folklores in school, but to them it is a land far away of which they don’t really have any concept of. Even though one of them is born in Norway and they have Norwegian parents, they don’t know what it means to be ‘Norwegian.’ Norwegians are born with skis on their feet, but they have hardly seen a ski in their entire lives. Why don’t they feel Norwegian when they are born Norwegian? Because they don’t live in it! They don’t see it, they don’t think about it, their friends do not act like it, therefore they don’t become it.

That seems to be the way our Christian walk is sometimes. We know there is a supernatural life we can live – a life where we walk and talk more like our Heavenly Father, where we obtain the promises of God and walk in victory. But sometimes that just seems like a land far away. We have heard about it, and we hear stories of other Christians who experience success, but it is not a reality for us. It becomes another folklore! Why? Because we don’t live in it! In order to live in it, we have to keep it in front of our eyes (read the Word), we have to think about it (meditate on the Word), and surround ourselves with others of like faith. In order for our supernatural life to become a reality, we have to live in it on a daily basis.

They say, and it really is true, that in order to learn a language fluently you have to live in the country where they speak it for a while. The longer you live there, the better you will master the language. Not only will you master the language, but you will also start to understand the culture. If you stay there long enough, you start adapting to the culture and begin to behave and think more like it too. It really is true! I have done it twice!! As Christians, we need to live our lives in the reality of what the Bible says. God’s promised land is not just a land far away, but a reality we need to possess every day in our supernatural walk with God. The more we become aware of His Word and His thoughts, we start speaking His language – the language of faith! This is the language that obtains the promises and wins the victory. Let it not just become a land far away but a reality every day!

“And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him.” Heb 11:6

“This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou may observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.” Joshua 1:8

And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates. “And when the LORD your God brings you into the land that he swore to your fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give you–with great and good cities that you did not build, and houses full of all good things that you did not fill, and cisterns that you did not dig, and vineyards and olive trees that you did not plant–and when you eat and are full,  then take care lest you forget the LORD, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery.” Deuteronomy 6:6-12

Being Different!

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“For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.” (Romans 8:5)

What we focus on determines our actions. Although we live in a natural world, the Bible instructs us to keep our minds on Spiritual things.

“Set you minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.”(Colossians 3:2)

Why do I see so many Christians trying to fit in with this world? We are not supposed to conform to this world (Romans 12:2). We are supposed to be different! We follow our Heavenly Father in what he is instructing us to do. We keep our focus on the spiritual realm. The more we train ourselves in being aware of our spirit and renew our minds to think in line with the Word of God (Ehpesians 4:23), the more we will see ourselves different from the world and begin to act differently than the world does. Why are we so obsessed by what the world is doing that we don’t even realize we are supposed to be different? Not in an inferior way, but rather leading the way in showing how life is meant to be. Christians are the ones who should show what true beauty is. We are the ones who should show what true fun is and how life is supposed to be lived. As long as we conform our minds to think like the world thinks, it will not happen. Only by setting our minds on the spiritual things will we truly understand how we are supposed to live and show others the same thing. The world is craving the truth and only by being different can we help people find this truth!

Sojourner

“For our citizenship is in Heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.” Phil 3:20

“These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.” Heb 11:13

A sojourner is a person who resides temporarily in a place. (Wiki) We are sojourners on this earth. We will not reside here permanently, only for a short time on our way to our eternal destination.

As a missionary, there are a lot of things to forsake – all that is known and familiar. Whether it be culture, language, family, country, food, friends, interest, hobby, and most likely all of that mentioned, let us not forget that those are all temporary arrangements that are subject to change. All these factors are part of our identity and forms our personality, but when our identity becomes in Christ and we let Him form our desires and wants, the temporary necessities becomes less important and we are able to see the eternal values as He sees them!

Although our national identity is important to many of us, nothing should be as important as our identity in Christ. Kingdoms may fall and kingdoms may rise, but God’s kingdom is established forevermore. When our citizenship is in Heaven, and that becomes very clear to us, it becomes a lot more easier to forsake our earthly home in obedience to God’s calling on our lives.

Just think about Abraham who left Ur of the Chaldeans, which was the most civilized place on the Earth at that time.

“Now the Lord had said to Abraham: ‘Get out of your country, from your family, and from your father’s house, to a land that I will show you.” Gen 12:1

He left a big house with about 14 rooms, in a city with a postal system, library, astronomy, and a great infrastructure, where about 80% of the population lived in the cities, in order to follow God’s call and live in a tent for the rest of his life. Was that a sacrifice? You bet! Did he get rich? Yes, he did! But he never returned back home. His citizenship was in Heaven, therefore, his earthly dwelling was less important and he was able to fulfill God’s plan for his life.

“Truly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or lands, for my sake and for the gospel,
who will not receive a hundredfold now in this time, houses and brothers and sisters and mothers and children and lands, with persecutions, and in the age to come eternal life” Mark 10:29-30

Therefore, my earthly dwelling is less important than God’s calling on my life and his grace is sufficient!

The journey continues…

Tomorrow, we are off again! This time, our journey goes to Norway. Well, my husband will also visit Zambia and Kenya, but the kiddos and I will stay in Norway. Although it is not necessarily a ‘foreign’ field to me, we are definitely embarking upon an exciting journey with a spiritual mission. We are packing and getting ready and very excited about what is ahead for us in the next 7 weeks or so 🙂

It is That Time of Year Again….

…when my husband packs his suitcase and travels to Kenya while I get to stay home with the kids! Three kids, that is. All girls. 7, 5, and 1 years old. Some moms wonder how I manage to do that 3 weeks at a time, 5 times a year. Well, I have one secret… I CHANGE THE RULES!!!! Ok, so not all the rules, but some. Here are the rules that changes:

1) Bedtime is STRICTLY at 7 pm!! (Sometimes earlier) If kids get cranky, bedtime comes early. Mommy needs her alone time and happy kids the next day. (I am realizing that I may have to let my oldest stay up a little later now that she is getting older, so we will see how that goes)

2) Dinner is OPTIONAL! If I make dinner at all (because sometimes we only have cereal for dinner) it is most likely to consist of mac and cheese, pancakes, or other kids-like meals. Obviously, the kids don’t mind at all. They know that when daddy is gone, they get to pick their favorite dinner.

3) Survival mode kicks in – some days it is just a matter of surviving! Although these days are not the norm (thankfully), there are days that I need to remind myself that if both the kids and I are alive at the end of the day, I’ve done a pretty good job 😊 I had one of those days last summer when my husband was away. It was during the warmest part of our hot Oklahoman summer, and temperatures were reaching 100+ I had a 6 month old baby, and 2 cars and the AC in our house broke down in the same day! The upstairs of our house, where the bedrooms are, measured 95 F. I knew I just had to do everything I could to keep us safe. Thanks to some wonderful friends, we made it home safely and things were taken care of.

4) Have fun! I always add in some extra fun time with the girls – it makes time go by faster! We have movie nights, playdates, go to the library, attend every birthday party possible, and so forth and so on. The best thing is to focus on the positive and make some good mommy-daughters’ memories.

So my conclusion is this: being home with the kiddos while my husband is gone can be a lot of work, but it can also be a lot of fun! I guess we have both kind of days and that is just life…

The Irony of Toys

If I am not mistaken, toys are meant to aid our children in playing, to entertain them, and to enhance their play experience. Then why is it that my kids have a room full of toys that they never play with? Why do I constantly hear whining about them being bored, the toys are boring, and they just want to watch TV? I find it interesting that not once during our stay in Kenya have I heard any whining about being bored. Not once in 2 months did they asked to watch TV. We left for Kenya with very little toys in our luggage. The only thing we brought was a set of Polly Pockets (which have been used twice,) a stuffed animal for each of the girls, and a few toys for the baby. Never have my children been with so few toys and never have they played and entertained each other all day long for days and days as they have during our stay here in Kenya. They are best friends, never complain about being bored, and never ask about watching TV (which we don’t even have!) It sure has been a great experience, but also a very surprising discovery.

The kids did some “modeling” – it was so much fun!

So how do they play? They have played with stick horses, made bug homes for caterpillars and butterflies, dug in dirt, played church, entertained their imaginary friends and princesses, built a store with empty containers, had a food tasting contest, modeling, and probably much more. Their imagination has been greatly stimulated! I actually feel that I have kids again and not “mini-adults” walking around with an attitude. Our parenting approach has not changed – we just took away (involuntarily) their toys and they started to play!

One of my daughters LOVE playing with bugs. She made homes for them and fed them 🙂

As we returned home, I wondered if this “happy and content mode” would last? Did they just need to be away for a little to “discover” how to really play, or would their actions be influenced by the change of lifestyle that awaited back home? Sure enough, they came home to their toys and their school and their attitude changed immediately. “Mommy, I’m bored” became the norm again and my kids transformed into these mini-adults again.

You don’t need play food to play store. The kids loved REAL food 🙂

The kids loved being in Kenya. In my eyes, they lacked a lot of “stimulation” and “learning opportunities.” They were not in an “academic” environment and I was not even sure if they would like it. However, after this experience, I am not so sure if all the things we buy for our kids and all the things we bring them to really helps them develop like we want them do. Maybe some of these things become more of a distraction than a help. In America, we overload our kids with information and entertainment. Is this really good for their little minds? Do they even have any time to process all the information they receive in our busy society? As good parents, we want to give our children the best. But what really is the best? How do we stimulate their creativity most effectively? These are all questions that I ask myself after my experience in Kenya. I may not have all the answers, but one thing I do know; after taking away their toys, my children started playing again…quite an irony, isn’t it?

My favorite picture of miss gorgeous

Homemade BBQ sauce and Missions!!

What does homemade BBQ sauce have to do with missions?? NOTHING, you would say… EVERYTHING, I would say 🙂 Anyone who has been overseas for an extended period of time knows that you eventually miss the food you are accustomed to. I have seen Americans pack their suitcases full of snack when going overseas to avoid starvation (like they don’t have food where they are going…:) I have also seen Europeans in the States come out of Walmart in tears because they cannot find ANY food. Obviously, it is not the lack of food that is the problem, but the lack of familiar food.

Sometimes you find the food in other countries delicious, and sometimes you don’t…

The only way you can really ‘solve’ this problem is knowing how to cook from scratch. I have been amazed myself of how many dishes or ingredients I can actually make with only a few basic ingredients on hand. And basic ingredients can be found most places. With the help of modern technologies like google and pinterest, there is really no excuse for not being able to make some of your most favorite foods anywhere

And with this introduction, here is the real story of my homemade BBQ adventure…

Nothing like slow cooked ribs with good BBQ sauce 🙂

To be honest, I have never tried to make my own BBQ sauce before. It all started on a shopping trip…. As I was gathering the ingredients for the menu I had created, I came across my favorite BBQ sauce – Head and Country! After becoming more aware of all the preservatives that are added in our food, I quickly checked the ingredients. To my surprise, this BBQ sauce was only made of ingredients that I already had in my pantry. And being the adventurous cook that I am, I decided to make it from scratch myself.

Today was the big day with ribs on the menu. I had to put it in the crock pot the night before, so this all took place last night. Being a notorious night owl, this small project started at 12 am – I was just going to whisk the ingredients together and pour it all in the crock pot. (Keep in mind that I didn’t know how much I needed of each ingredient!) As I went to work, I all of a sudden realized that our ketchup was totally empty!! (FYI, ketchup is the main ingredient in BBQ sauce) Since it was so late, neither I or my husband felt like running to the store for some ketchup, yet our lunch would be spoiled without it. Thankfully, I have a very practical man who asked if I had some tomato paste. And yes, I did! “We’ll just make ketchup out of tomato paste then,” was his reply. Fine, now we are REALLY talking about making things from scratch (I guess making it all out of real tomatoes would have been even more basic!) So, we read the ketchup label, and added the other ingredients, and voila, we had the most delicious BBQ sauce ever!! (And yes, it reminded me of Head and Country!:)

And here is the recipe for all of you missionaries living abroad who would like some BBQ sauce right now…

12 oz tomato paste

1 cup water

1 1/2 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/2 cup distilled vinegar

2 tsp onion powder

1/2 cup worcestershire (and I am sure there is a way to make this from scratch too!)

5 tsp hickory liquid smoke

1 tsp salt

2 tsp paprika

1/2 ts garlic powder

Just mix it all together!

Bon Appetit!

An interesting conversation…

The coast of Kenya can be a warm and humid place, especially during the summer months (which is the same time as we have our winter in the Northern hemisphere.) For us, it became increasingly difficult to deal with the heat, especially during the night, so since air condition was not an option our solution was to purchase fans. It was a great investment!! As long as we didn’t have any power outages, which was not very frequent at night, we had a pleasant sleep.

A swim in the pool can be quite refreshing on the warm Kenyan coast

When it gets very hot in Mombasa, even the local people complain about the heat at night. They find it hard to sleep and wakes up several times a night to take a cold shower before trying to sleep a bit more. Heat rashes are common, especially among the children. What bothered me the whole time though, is that none of the people I knew, who complained about the heat, owned a fan. They did have electricity at their home, but no fan! I found this very disturbing. If the heat bothers you so much, why not buy a fan like we did? My only logical explanation was the cost. I reasoned that the price of a fan was too much compared to their income. As I accepted this explanation, I felt pity for all these people having to endure this uncomfortable heat without a fan.

Kenyan beach

Then I started to punch some numbers…. The cost of a fan equals to 1/3 of a month’s minimum wage. In comparison, my husband and
I had to replace an AC unit last summer which cost 1 1/2 month’s minimum wage. So when looking at the purchasing power, our price for being comfortable in the heat was a lot higher than in Kenya. I realized that my initial explanation was not the right one and determined to find out the real truth.

It might be hard to picture electricity in these streets, but a lot of people do have electricity

My conversation with a lady in the church changed my perspective forever…

The church had started doing a series about finances, and this lady would give me a daily update on the teaching. One day, the pastor had taught about budgeting – you have to have a plan for your money and you don’t spend it all at once if you have the money. Pretty basic, but yet an eyeopener for those who have never heard about it. I listened attentively, and soon discovered the ‘problem.’ This lady used to buy a new dress for every wedding she attended in the church. Each dress would cost 1/3 of her salary, and sometimes there were as many as 3 weddings in one month!!! I knew it! She could have afforded this fan all along, yet she had prioritized new dresses instead!! Unbelievable!! My pity dropped fast. These people don’t have a fan because they cannot afford it, but because they don’t prioritize it! Further shocking was the fact that a fan is not even on their wish list. If you would tell most people that you will give them money equal to a 1/3 month’s salary, I don’t think anyone would run to the store and buy a fan to relieve their discomfort.

This ‘discovery’ remains disturbing to me, because I know that some people even loose their job over a lack of sleep in the heat. They hardly sleep at night, and are unable to perform their job during the day, so they get fired. It remains a mystery to me why people sleep with their doors open, in order to let some air in when this can be dangerous. Why not just buy a fan? I am still pondering upon this. Maybe some day I will understand…. or maybe some day they will understand the benefit of a fan?

Perspective

As I found my almost 1-year old daughter with her finger up her noise after church the other day, I just pictured those same fingers going into her mouth (like every other mom KNOWS it eventually will!) And what is the word we all are looking for after reading this description? GROSS!! But as I told my friend who were standing right next to me: “Well, after finding a chewed up fly and cockroach in her mouth while we were in Kenya, I guess this is nothing to worry about.” Because THAT was gross! To the point that my stomach turned and I had to give my daughter over to my husband so he could get the last piece of fly out of her mouth!! Yes, I felt like throwing up then!

Nothing like finding a chewed up cockroach in your baby’s mouth…!

It is all a matter of perspective. What you once found to be awkward, gross, or wrong may change as you see things in a different perspective and from a different point of view. Our viewpoint will change throughout life, but one of the most eye-opening experiences is to submerge oneself in a different culture. As you discover how other people live their lives, how they think, act, and feel about various issues, you discover that the world isn’t always as you thought it was. As you see other people’s problems, who are so much bigger than the ones you encounter yourself, your own problems become so insignificant that you wonder if you even have a problem after all. So when I hear people say “I forgot to shave my legs the other day. It is so gross!” I think back on the kids eating fried rats in order to survive and think that an unshaved leg is not that gross after all!!

Walking in the streets that are filled with trash in 85 F/32 C can also be a little unpleasant

Returning Home – “Reverse Culture Shock”

Returning home can be an adjustment when being away long enough to acclimate and submerged yourself in a different culture. Your mind is definitely playing a trick on you! It is called reverse culture shock, and can be a lot worse than initial cultural shock. Let me explain…. When you leave for a different country, you expect things to be different, so your mind is prepared. Since you expect things to be different, you deal with it in a different way. When returning home, however, you expect things to be “the same.” Your mind tells you that everything is going to be like it used to be and everything you used to like will still be enjoyable. What your mind doesn’t realize though, is that YOU have changed. Your taste and preferences have changed as you have experienced life from a different view.

From sandy beaches to…

…Christmas decoration

So what was the biggest shock for us when coming home? First of all, it was very surprising that after only 3 months we would experience reverse culture shock – especially since we go back and forth so many times and feel that we “know” both cultures pretty well. Here is a list of things that surprised us:

• Food – After eating food made from scratch from fresh ingredients, our bodies got a huge shock as soon as we came to Atlanta airport. After some long flights, we were hungry and tried to find a place to eat. Let me tell you, it was not a pleasant meal! Food full of preservatives and grease was literally disgusting after our involuntary, but helpful, detox cure. And the Coke, which is made with corn syrup, was not a big hit either. Thinking that the initial “welcome” was due to eating “airport food,” we eagerly expected homemade food to be a hit after being deprived of certain foods for 3 months. After all, we cook from scratch at home. Well, let me tell you that we have been rather disappointed. The ingredients are not as fresh, the chicken is full of hormones, and the bread is just disgusting (when it doesn’t get dry or moldy after a few days, it isn’t good for you!) Even the club soda tasted different!

Good bye fresh fish…

• Busy – I cannot remember being as busy as I’ve been since returning from Kenya. Are people always this busy? I guess so… it is a fast-paced society, but sooo different from Kenya where the popular saying is “hakuna matata” (no worries). If something doesn’t get done on time…hakuna matata, it will get done sometime
• Stress – With busyness comes stress if not managed correctly. All the pressures of participating in Christmas parties with friends, groups, and schools. Buying gifts, making treats, decorating, an the list goes on. Don’t misunderstand me, it is all fun, but sometimes time is limited and if giving into pressure it can easily lead to stress. Such a contrast to come back to a hectic Christmas season after being in a place where Christmas is a time spent with family – presents are not common, decoration is unheard of, and parties are non-existing.
• Hyper kids – While in Kenya, the kids were very calm and of good behavior. After returning, however, their behavior also changed. They are more hyper, more emotional, more “wild.” So why this change? Is it the food (sugar?) they eat, the overload of information they are bombarded with, or all the indoor playing? Or is it a combination of these? Regardless, my observation is that the setting they are in definitely impact them (and why do you not find kids with ADHD in Kenya???)

…hello sugar!

Well, these are just some of the experiences we’ve had and observations I’ve made during this trip. Everyone experience culture and changes different. And if there is anything you learn when traveling across culture barriers, it is that there is no right and wrong when it comes to culture and ways of doing things – it is just DIFFERENT!

Good bye for now…

Happy New Year!!

The Missionary Wife wishes everyone a Happy New Year!

Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Phil 3:13-14

2013 is a year of new opportunities, big dreams, and adventures with God. Don’t let your past hinder you, but do like Paul and press toward the mark! 2012 is gone, but 2013 is ahead. The future is bright!!

So a journey is over, yet the journey continues…

Although our 3-month long journey has come to an end, the journey continues in our hearts. What we experienced during our stay in Kenya; the people we met, the food we ate, the cultural differences, and the lives that were changed will continue to be apart of us until we return again. Although our kids are getting situated back to “normal” life again (after all, what really is “normal?”) they had a great trip to Kenya and have a desire to return again very soon 🙂

The girls learning to bargain! They had fun 🙂

During our last day in Malindi, I took the girls down to the beach so they could play in the sand for a little while. As always, sellers come up and tries to sell you souvenirs. It can be quite bothersome, so I decided to take control over the conversation by discussing politics!! It was quite fun!! As more and more people stopped by to try and sell me some, I invited them to join our conversation. Some did and others left rather fast 🙂 My strategy worked! I had a fun time, trying to discuss Kenyan politics. I guess American politics also became a subject as the current US president is half Kenyan – something the Kenyans are really proud of! In spite of our differences and agreements, it was a lot of fun and I sure hope they got to thinking before the Kenyan election in March

The kids building a sand castle

Graduation in Malindi

While we were in Malindi, we completed the fourth module which means graduation from first year!!!

Malindi Graduating Class of 2012

In fact, this was the second to last first-year graduation we will have. Since we just started second year, graduation will only be after completing both years. And it will only be at our headquarter…thankfully!!! Traveling around with all the graduation gear is a challenge–setting it up new places with new people all the time makes for a lot of work!! With this change, we can have set routines and perfect our program 🙂

The diplomas are ready

Getting ready for graduation

A student receiving his diploma

Friends and families attended graduation

The students usually buys a cake for graduation, and then the dean cuts this. After we cut it, everyone attending got a small piece each of the cake. Here is the cake

The cake

Then my husband and I cut the cake–I haven’t done that since our wedding!!

Cutting the cake

Graduation is a big think, and people dress up, decorate, and celebrate 🙂

Vidar with a student and her family

It was a great graduation!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Malindi

What can I say?? Malindi was HOT!!! I felt like I just came out of an oven after returning from this little Italian town on the North Coast of Kenya. Oh yes, it did not feel like Kenya at all with such a great Italian influence all over the town. I just call it “Little Italy”

Lamu style houses are the most comfortable in the heat

So what do you eat when you go to “Italy?” Well, pizza of course…

Real Italian Pizza – Yum!!

Then you drink coffee!! Real Italian espresso…

Oops, I guess I added some milk…so almost real Italian espresso 🙂

Obviously, Malindi, just like Mombasa, is a tourist destination. It is mostly Europeans who vacation here, and in Malindi it is predominantly Italians. So how is it to work in “Paradise”? Well, it’s not as fun as you would expect. I mean, you are right there where you just dream of going for a vacation, but you are not on vacation. In fact, you work night and day to grade papers, prepare for graduation, and teach classes. We may sneak in a few hours to relax here and there, but our schedule is pretty intense so to fully enjoy the place is impossible. So after returning from this “vacation spot,” we dream of a real vacation far away from any work. I wonder where that might be???

 

 

 

Hello World!

Seems like it’s been a little quiet on this end lately… I will explain: We were in Malindi for two weeks and internet connection was not the best. Then we traveled back to the States, and the whole family has been jet lagged for 5 days now. Getting back to school and work, then Christmas preparations!! Really, Christmas?? A little shock to our minds… But I will update about our trip to Malindi, so stay tuned 🙂

Malindi – on the North Coast of Kenya