Kenyans are waiting to learn the results of their votes in the
presidential election on Monday. Who will be president, whether
there will need to be a second run-off election, whether the
country will remain calm and peaceful or whether there will be
conflict… the country waits. The electronic system meant to
help with the counting of votes has broken down completely, and it
is a slow wait for the ballots to be counted for hand now.
Accusations about the fairness of the process are now growing, and
tensions seem to rise with each passing hour. They might
announce the verdict tomorrow, and we wait tensely to see what will
happen. I do not like this wait.
Dinner with a medical student friend reminds me of another time
of waiting - waiting for the results of THE Match. Medical students
around the country wait for next week Thursday, when they will
learn where they will be doing their residency training for the
next 3 to 5 years. It's a strange process where you put your ranked
preferences into a computer and the residency programs put their
preferences in, and then on this one day you get an envelope with
the verdict for where you will move in July to complete this
critical training. It is a big, big day in the life of a soon-t0-be
doctor. More waiting.
I wait along with my Kenyan friends and colleagues. I wait along
with my students. And I have my own waitings of various magnitudes,
including the giant one for an adoption that might still be years
away from completion. One small wait did come to an end today; my
passport, which had to be sent forth to the bowels of the U.S.
Passport Authority, returned to me with an abundance of new pages
so that I can keep filling it up with the marks of adventures. So,
I'll take the end to that wait and continue to look forward with
hope to the other waits about to reach completion.