Lavoisier in Bosco Boys
This God of us is a funny God. One must expect the unexpected with God. There is so much that happens what one does not expect and in many ways really surprises me. My faith and relationship with God is sometimes so basic, doubtful, trying to reason out with my limited human reason of logic. God in many ways has a logic of his own, warmer and deeper than the detached logic of reason.
Why be a volunteer? What is the point of my volunteering? Would it make me a better catholic or for that matter a better human? Would it deepen my faith? These questions along with so many other questions always baffled me before my departure from England. Was it another tick box in my “to do list” of life? Would my presence as a volunteer make any difference? In no way was I going to change the world. There were so many mixed feelings, confusion. I did not know what to expect. The fear of the unknown, being out of my comfort zone. With only skills in teaching and computer studies to offer, of what help would I be to the street boys?
However, Don Bosco was not new to me. Don Bosco and Dominic Savio were the saints that I had been grooved in my 14 years of Salesian schooling. All those fears haunted me a lot just before my departure, but the words from my mother eliminated a lot of this fear when she said “why are you worried, you are going to a known family – the Salesian Family?”. But deep down there was always this feeling that this experience had more to offer me rather than what I could offer. So I took that leap, and came to Bosco Boys Nairobi as a mzungu. There were so many exhilarating moments but I will summarize here just a few. Funny enough I got a new name – “Love” rather than my name Lavoisier. In no doubt I loved being called Love as there was always a frequent mention of it either during holy mass or elsewhere. I was indeed made to feel at home by the pre-novice brothers and enjoyed every bit of their funny “two things involved” discussions, games and prayers. Something, which really caught my eye, was the dancing during mass and the enthusiasm with which the boys sang and danced. In them, I saw what the Salesian regional superior Fr. Basanes said, “Africa lives the Gospel”. Moreover, I was happy to experience it.