Ah yes, i am finally back. Somehow life has a way of getting crazy and the blog is the first to be left sit. I have written so many blog posts in my mind these last couple of weeks but the computer was never handy, not to mention that the quiet needed for writing was sadly lacking. As of right now, the twins and Jacob are playing house and Levi is floating around, being pesty and weepy. I'm enjoying a cup of chai and hoping the happy noises in the living room stay happy. The weather these last two days have been cloudy and rainy, which is unusual for Kisumu. Even in the rainy season it's usually sunny in the morning and rains in the afternoon but the farmers are thankful for the rain as it's been rather dry and if there is no rain, there is no food.
But we got to Wendo safely and it was great not having to cook for several meals and to learn to know the other missionaries better. We arrived Thursday at lunch and then spent the afternoon listening to different speakers. One was a native pastor who shared on some things that we need to be careful of while serving here. Ouch, he hit some sore spots but it was good!
|Some of the people slept in tents, families with many little children slept in rooms in like a dormitory.|
After supper there was a bonfire started, the young people and children began playing games and the oldies like us gathered around the fire trying to stay warm. It was damp and COLD! The Nakuru area is much cooler than here and our poor bodies were completely confused.
The next morning was spent playing games and fellowshipping before heading back to Kisumu after lunch, in time for supper and more frantic prayers. On the way home we stopped and picked up some roasted maize for supper, which is basically field corn roasted over an open fire. Marlin says one of the biggest things he would miss about Kenya is the smell. With all the little stands who sell chapatis, mandazis, roasted maize and french fries (called chips), there are thousands of little fires giving out woodsmoke and delightful food smells. Absolute torture on the way home from church. The bad smells mainly happen when you need to use a Kenyan restroom or the van has a few to many people in it who need a ride.
Saturday i needed a few groceries so Marlin took just me and we snuck into a little coffee shop for a milkshake and frappe. A treat, although Marlin has been whipping up some fantastic smoothies at home with anything from coffee to mangoes to pineapple. I make yogurt and we like to keep some coconut milk on hand, and with those two ingredients plus some fruit he can make a killer drink.
|Levi, Levi.....even with the dirt on your face you are without doubt the cutest boy in Kenya.|
Today Marlin has pastors meeting in the carport next to us and i keep hearing much laughter. Huh? If laughter is medicine for the soul than i'm glad they're getting a good dose. I'm sure my man isn't involved in any of the reasons for the laughter. ;)
Last week i drove for the first time! I wanted to meet the obstetrictian who does homebirths here and the lady going with me needed to nurse her newborn baby on the way. (no carseats in Kenya) It's just a short distance and thankfully the mission does have an automatic, little vehicle that the women mainly drive. I felt quite pleased with myself for being so adventurous but am dreading the day when Marlin hands me the keys and tells me to drive the stick shift van. Driving on the wrong side of the road in the wrong side of the van is bad enough, but you throw left handed shifting in there, wacko drivers and many cows, sheep and goats.......
The obstetrician wasn't real happy that neither Marlin or i are tested for HIV and told me a long story about a pastor who was diagnosed with it but he and his wife denied it cause he's a PASTOR and trustworthy but he died. I didn't leave feeling real happy as i felt, culture or not, she was totally out of her professional place and doesn't seem to trust men. She is considered the best there is in Kisumu and delivers at both hospital and home, including c-sections. I've been so blessed with incredible midwives that it makes it harder to have someone who i did not connect with. As of now we're weighing a couple of other options, including hospital and another doctor but will keep praying for God to open the right doors.
|Men and boys playing frisbee football at Wendo. That's Zachary in the orange shirt and Eric is to the right, almost hidden by another boy.|
And now i really must go. The chai has long since been drunk, the children have moved outside and it will soon be lunch. God bless your week!!
|What do you do when you have friends you really want to talk to but your mean parents won't let you outside the gate? Talk through the bars of course!|