Longing for home(Kenya)

As I look into the sky here in Fort Mill, I can always see a plane in the sky and a few stars here and there. But in Kenya no planes and maybe once a week a plane will stray overhead. But oh my the stars. The stars in Kenya take your breath away as you see ten time more stars. Being a diabetic I have to go outside to pee a lot and in Kenya every time I would look up it would take my breath away. Orion is there and the big dipper but there the southern cross shines brightly. So I miss homes my wives and my children. At 67 I still enjoy children. I love to play with them watch them. In favor of my 1 year old son I have made a poem for him.
"Baldy the destroyer. Conquer of Kenyan women. Hero of the battle of Ahero. Surviver of the masquer of Kisumu. Defender of Nairobi. May he live long and prosper and may his children also be destroyers." Everyone is so serious I thought a silly ode to the destroyer would make things better. As I watched my son he could get into more things than u could believe. Annoying yes but intelligent unbelievably so. As my relationship with my jr wife became more secure I began to take on the role of discipling the boy. One day he was bothering the chickens home under a huge basket. They taught me a Luo phrase like stop or I'll beat u. Well I said that once and seriously intoned he was to stop and slapped him on the butt. Well to test this out he returned again and this time I picked him up repeated the phrase and seriously spanked his butt. From that point on the chickens were once again secure and baldy looked at me in a different way. Although he is now mine it is a serious breach to discipline your spouses child but we survived and the jr wife has accepted sharing the role of discipline. When I return I will take some diapers with me. The children pee and defecate at will there. And baldy the destroyer sometimes is pretty wiffy. So I miss Kenya and the farm and the children and the wives. But I'll never miss the outhouse with the bird who lives inside the hole and the bat who buzzes u now and then. And the flies.And of course the mosquitoes. Here u hear there high pitch wine there no whine just ouch. And eating by the light of the oil lantern. And it is cool there only reaching the low 80ties where here this week it reached a hundred and four. I am excited about teaching the maid English and she teaching me Luo. Life so different there here it is like prison with Home owner associations and police at the door if u discipline ur wife. Most wives there are no more than children and sometimes u have to remind them they are adults and bad behavior has consequences. I am sure any feminist reading this are ready to lynch me. I have never hurt a woman but I have redden a few asses. And so my heart belongs in Kenya, where I don't drive or cook or clean dishes. A few weeks ago as I got my old van working I was on a test drive and this guy was stopped driving on the wrong side of the road. And to my chagrin it was me on the wrong side of the highway but properly driving as if I were in Kenya. So after the clean up and moving x wife and son into new house I will be bruising my butt as I return to Kenya.