Word: rifts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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High above the Great Rift Valley in Kenya, a voice boomed over the frigid slopes of the Aberdare Mountains: "Come out of the forests, my children. You must stop this senseless war. Come out and I promise you good treatment." For ten days and nights the loudspeaker blared its message in Swahili, but its only answer was the rustle of the forest and the sounds of the beasts. Finally, the Rev. William Wellesley Devitt and his nine native companions picked up their gear and returned to Kijabe (Place of the Wind), where a cluster of grey stone buildings clings...
There, in the heart of the Kikuyu country, is the African Inland Mission, nucleus of a vast parish supervised by U.S.-born Baptist Devitt. For 25 years 51-year-old William Devitt and his wife Edith have labored among the Kikuyu, traveling 25,000 miles each year through the Rift Valley to direct the mission's 80 schools for Kikuyu children. The natives affectionately call him "Bwana Jambo" (Mister Hello) because of his friendly greetings. When the Mau Mau revolt began in 1952, Devitt organized Kikuyu of his area to protect themselves. For his pains...
...weight against Perón only after he had imprudently attacked the church, felt defrauded: Aramburu did not restore the church's prerogatives, such as religious education in public schools. So heated have ardent Roman Catholics become that one priest recently cried: "Never has there been such a rift between the church and the government...
...prestige gesture." With Poetry London and the ?6,000, Tambi played his role of sub-patron of the arts with a flourish, built PL's circulation to 10,000, made it a proving ground for Britain's promising younger poets. But a managerial rift brought the magazine to its death...
...going fast at week's end, and readers got a good 75? worth. Among the familiar universal themes of love, life, courage, birth and death, the magazine tucks in such old-fashioned surprises full of simpler merits as a bit of verse called The Rift by Walter de la Mare...