I feel like everyday comes with at least a story or three. Living here is full of surprises. I love it…and because I love it I feel like I will survive. If I didn’t I would go crazy. For instance. On the bus the other day the man sitting next to the driver starts yelling … Continue reading This and That
I really, really like the church I have been going to here. (One of the two to choose from). They are a little Pentecostal, but not the “swinging from the rafter” types, as another person so nicely put it. Worship is led mostly by Africans and Koreans, with a few Westerners and others thrown in. … Continue reading Persecuted Brothers
Unless I am with someone, I have never seen another white person at the bus station…or on a bus for that matter. I know that other people use the buses, I just haven’t seen any other than myself yet. It makes me feel good about myself that in a sea of hundreds or more people around the bus … Continue reading Getting the right bus makes me feel awesome.
You are the author and finisher. The Alpha and Omega. You know my needs and my heart and my desires better than I do. I know that you love me more than I know; that you always have my back, and you know what is best for me. I know you hold the world in … Continue reading Truth.
I am pretty low maintenance. I don’t own make up. I haven’t shampooed or conditioned my hair in over a year. I make my own deoderant. I don’t exactly shower everyday. Don’t worry, I stay presentable and I don’t smell. Here is the thing about most local women. They spend hours and hours doing all … Continue reading Orange Toes
Yesterday at the centre I led an art activity for the boys. I will be doing a lot of this in the next few weeks for their 7 week summer program. Arting and crafting is kinda my thing and they don’t get many opportunities at all to do those sorts of things. The boys were ok…it … Continue reading Shady Fears
Then I moved here. I am very thankful that the family I am staying with includes a doctor. She was able to diagnose my dysentary while I was still in my pj’s and went up the road and got the medicine I needed. So I didn’t have to leave the house…or the bathroom. I feel … Continue reading I thought I had a strong stomach.
I woke up with my grumpy pants on. I did not feel like going out today. I was scheduled to go to the boy’s center for a few hours just to hang out and get to know them better and such. Nothing really structured or anything. Was not dreading the actual being there. Just the … Continue reading Let’s Be Honest…
So, our next door neighbors are Ethiopian and they had a wedding celebration yesterday. There was a tent set up in the street (literally taking up the whole street so you couldn’t pass through) and lots of hulabaloo all around getting ready yesterday morning. Here, when someone on your street gets married it is expected … Continue reading Next Door Wedding
My definition of adventure is perhaps a bit open. I count adventure as taking a rickshaw on my own for the first time, wading through a large puddle because there was no way around it on the road and having a local man laugh at you and give you a thumbs up, braving the bus … Continue reading Everyday is an Adventure