Three days before I left Kenya this summer I made a short video about The Queen’s Daughters. Adams, who heads up the media equipment department at Daystar University, brought his camera. I watched him through my window, moving a chair from one spot to another — aah, he was looking for just the right spot. He finally moved the chair part way up the side of the massive rock behind the house, near a young banana tree (no bananas yet–the ones I’m holding aren’t from that little tree!) Once he was sure the background and the lighting were just right he called me to come.
That was the first problem– I’m not good at climbing anything these days, though I didn’t tell him that. I stepped carefully, trying to avoid stones and anything unstable. But I suddenly jammed my foot between two rocks , and I went down on my knees, screaming. Of course Adams and Wekesa, a student working in the garden, came running to help– “Mum Lorry!” But I didn’t want them to lift me up — I was afraid they’d drop me and all three of us would roll down the hill. They knew better. Each grabbed an upper arm and as though I was light as a bird, up I went. No damage– just my pride.
Hence, the video I was about to show you is a little shaky from that experience, but will tell you how I learned some things while in Africa that made me even more thankful for the privilege of writing Dr. Katharine Bushnell’s story in The Queen’s Daughters (released in September).
Hopefully by the next time I’ll have figured out how to import a UTube into my blog. Any ideas? Unfortunately this edition of the video here doesn’t work. But go back to Facebook and open the video posted today — October 5. I’m still a bit shaky but the stories are true.