Sitting here in Minneapolis waiting for my next flight to Amsterdam (and then Nairobi), I find myself surprised by my sense of calm. Maybe it hasn’t hit me yet. (That’s not true.) Truth is, I feel a great sense of relief. After all the hard work, after all the emotional roller-coaster that this has been, I can only find myself to be “calm”.
I’ve never shot a documentary before. This is usually the point in my travels where my heart races and I ask myself, “What have you done?” or “Who do you think you are?” Now I understand that I am only the tool, the conduit through which more poignant questions will be answered. I am not a leader, I’m still a student – a student of life, of the Kenyan experience, and of peace.
(I want to cry).
But I wont. All I can feel is calm. Like this is meant to be. Two days after my Dad’s birthday – he would’ve been 56 – I find myself living up to his credo: “If you’re going to half-ass it, don’t do it at all.”