Slim Leather Briefcase
So we’re on a family vacation at this place called Mike’s Camp on an island off the Northern Coast of Kenya, 20 miles from Somalia. It was super cool and time to unplug, so I left the briefcase in Rwanda, but brought a leather backpack and my man bag Indiana Canvas Satchel.
On our last full day there, at 7 am in the morning, we met a couple from Scotland who had sailed to the camp on a dhow and their dreadlocked Kenyan captain was with them. I went over to introduce myself since he seemed like a nice enough fellow, but I knew there was probably something wrong since he already had a beer in his hand and his eyes were empty.
Just after noon, coming back from a seashell hunting trip gone bad, that the family wouldn’t stop whining about because “the sand was too hot” and “we don’t have enough water”, we met the captain again at the dock. So I walked up to him and told him this, “I just feel like God wants me to tell you something”. He drew close and replied, “Go ahead and tell me man”. So I did. I told him, “Omar, I feel like God wants me to tell you that he’s really in love with you and that he thinks about you all the time and that he really wants to have a personal relationship with you”. He stared at me for a minute and then asked, “Can we talk about this later tonight after dinner? I am really interested in what you said”. I agreed.
And then he said to me, “Hey, I’m going to sail the dhow over to a little village later today for something. Would you like to sail with your family there with me? There’s a nice beach for the kids to play on”. Suzette and I had heard of a little village not far away on the island that was supposed to be cool, so we accepted his kind offer to sail us there.
Without knowing, he took us to a little village on the mainland where the police the day before told us that the terrorist group al-Shabaab was alive and well. We knew that witchcraft was strong there and then he told me the recent history of foreign tourists being abducted, dragged to Somalia and murdered… but not until we got on shore and started walking. He paraded our barefoot family through the village on the road that went directly to Somalia, 20 miles away. Read the rest of the story on the Indiana Canvas Satchel page.