“It’s a miracle!”
If you had been with me, you would have wondered. Several of us Americans were standing in the second story room of a toilet building in the midst of Mathare Valley, one of Nairobi’s—and the world’s—largest slums. The plaque on the building’s exterior honors Alan Ahlgrim, pastor of Rocky Mountain Christian Church in Colorado, because his congregation provided the money to build it.
The toilet building is fairly new, but looks old. It’s a sound but humble two-story structure; a community room upstairs (where a church has been started). Downstairs is divided in the middle (men’s side, women’s side) with four small cells each, two toilet rooms, two shower stalls. There is no indoor plumbing. If you want to shower, you bring your bucket and shillings, pay the attendant and draw water from an outside tap, then step into the stall and bathe. The toilet is a hole in the concrete floor, a convenience familiar to third-world travelers.
The building, inside or out, simply doesn’t look miraculous. When it was built, though, it was the only such facility for 80,000 people. The previous one was a ramshackle outhouse perched over a tiny stream. Most people resorted to “flying toilets,” recycled plastic grocery bags into which they made their deposit, twisted the bag, and hurled it over the shanty rooftops. To have a decent building for their personal use, one which they never could have raised enough money to build, seemed to the community leader standing next to me to be, well, nothing short of miraculous.
That was my first visit. In planning this Nairobi excursion with some other ministers, I had wanted to see what we teasingly dubbed the Alan Ahlgrim Memorial Toilet. Alan was my student at Milligan College many years ago, a leading minister among our churches, a really good friend—and very much alive. It was fun to tease him about his honor.
On my second trip to Mathare, though, the teasing stopped. Alan and his wife Linda were in this group. We visited the toilet building because on that day the community leaders were hosting a special event: planting young saplings in the area around their building. It was not clean work; the ground consisted of some soil plus decades of layered garbage. The trees would offer a welcome change of scenery.
The Americans and Kenyans were introduced to each other. When these grateful residents of Mathare Valley learned that one of their guests was Alan, it was as if the rest of us weren’t there. A celebrity was in their midst. They were in awe. They embarrassed Alan with their response. This man whose name was on their toilet building, this generous benefactor whose gift had changed their lives, had come to see them, and now they could thank him personally.
I’ll never forget that day.
LeRoy Lawson
International Consultant