Until a few days ago, the National Museum of Kenya was nothing but a landmark to me. I did not really think it was a place I needed to visit until I mentioned my fear of snakes to a friend and she said, “You know to conquer your fear you have to face your fear, right?” and I said, “Right,” and she said, “Well, we are visiting the Snake Park at the National Museum,” and I said, “Uhm, I am pretty sure the Bible was very clear on the kind of relationship we should have with snakes. We stay out of their way and they stay out of our way.”
But she was persuasive, so I said, “Let’s pick a date,” and we chose the coming weekend, which was around four days away.
