Ok that isn’t an informative or even representative title
but there you go. It’s actually kind of sad because I have just realised how
factual my blog has become. So the title of an episode of Sue Thomas makes up
for all the structure. You probably like this style much more but I miss
writing, I should actually do some more of that. Anyway...
Thursday came with a welcomed lie in. Well it would have
been welcome if I hadn’t woken up early anyway. We had a nice and lazy morning
the only ‘work’ was going over the plan we had already drawn out for the
children’s club. Feeling prepared and excited at the prospect of seeing all the
children again, we set of, starting the long journey down the hill. We were
greeted much the same way as previously and by the time we got inside the
church we each had at least one child attached to us. This time it was a little
different because we had visitors form an international school joining us. It
was strange, to say the least, to see the contrast in children in one room. One
with tatty clothing, not able to afford school fees and shaved heads, compared
to children dressed very smartly, lining up in a straight line without any fidgeting
and long braided hair. We took the small class on a tour round the slums as well
as singing many songs and playing games with all of the children. They left
after this but left us behind loads of biscuits. This meant, after the teaching
(Solomon asking for wisdom and then showing it with the two women fighting over
the baby), the children had a feast. It was a good feeling, seeing little hands
stuffed with various biscuits and a banana. We made our way (very) slowly home,
stopping to eat a Rolex on the way because we were very hungry. For those who don’t
know, the Rolex I’m talking about isn’t the expensive one you put on your
wrist, it’s a chapatti with egg and tomatoes. It is also very, very good.
Friday, as well as being my mum’s birthday, (Happy
Birthday!) was a day of firsts for two members of the team. Sarah and Anna went
to visit a mother of a sponsored child who was ill, unfortunately there was no recorded
of her at the hospital and no one seemed to know where she had been taken. On
the way back, however, the need arose to get somewhere quickly and efficiently,
thus meaning they had to ride a Boda. They had a brilliant time by the sounds
of it. We met up with them at a local children’s club that we were running,
Blessed Word of Life Church. There were a lot fewer children here but equally
cute and much more attentive. We played loads of games and sung many songs
before settling to do a very similar lesson to the day before.
Saturday involved tackling shopping. I thought I was used to
heavy bags, carrying them home from Tesco, but these where ridiculous. Luckily
we had Brian with us and so we only had to carry the bags a little way, not up
Smile hill. Carrying on with the boring structure that this blog has become,
Church was on Sunday, as it normally is (I’m tiered.) Really the only interesting
thing that happened was a very well timed power cut and a nice game of cards.
Today was tiring. Even though we could get up late, I woke
up early again. We left at ten and walked, for a long time, to the first widow’s
house. It was really nice talking with her about her business (making bricks)
and family. Another long walk to the next house but we got to rest as we were
welcomed into her home. It is so humbling to see how they are living and how
much they have to work for a living. The next stop was lunch, then the bank
after that a tourist African market. It’s safe to say we got back very late and
we are very tiered so I will leave this now.
Please pray for tiredness
and homesickness. Thank you for your support and reading my ramberlings.
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