Hello....it's me

I apologize for being lost for awhile. Many things going on that I couldn't find the time to blog. Where should we start.... During the silence, we have had C.O. visit, roomates come & go, and many guests. Our little humble abode was quite packed. We will start with the visit of our Circuit Overseer. It was our first time experiencing the C.O. visit in this congregation & I loved it! The hospitality was amazing. It wasn't just one family feeding just the C.O. & his wife. It wasn't about show. It was the famillies who had close to nothing, giving all they could & hosted the C.O, his wife, & whoever also came out in service that day in their homes. Even if that meant food served outside, and bros & sis spread throughout the rooms of the house & outside. Which made the meeting for field service interesting. The C.O. tried to find a central area that everyone could hear him. Normally the foods consisted of rice, beans, meat, a little ugali, kisamvu (cassava leaves) & for dessert a soda. Which soda here is for special occasions. They do not get one often which seems shocking especially when you consider that a 500 ml of coke is 500 shillings = $ 0.23 USD. We were given Saturday as our day to host the C.O & his wife & anyone who went out in service that day which was close to the entire congregation. We didn't have enough plates to feed everyone, so we borrowed plates from a sister who generously let us borrow them. There were some like kids who had to share a plate, they didn't mind. Of course everyone got a soda. All in all we had about 35 people in our house that day. We were so tired after cleaning up & doing dishes. But it is a joy like nothing else in this world. The joy of hospitality (ukarimu).

The same week of our C.O. visit, I also had a friend from the states visit. She was here for a week & we had a blast. A lot crammed into that week. With going in service with the C.O. & then taking my friend around town & showing her my Mwanza. Super intense but a lot of fun. I also was talked into riding my first pikipiki (motorcycle). But unfortunately while riding I got the need for speed & wanted to go faster. It's an addiction, once I felt that feeling, I never want to go back. It's a bummer because it isn't the safest transport, but don't tell my parents that :)

Out with the old & in with the new.

My friend left early morning the same day that we were expecting our new roomates that night. We got the clever idea to ride a daladala at night to the airport, to save $. Ha! It was already dark, we got on a daladala that said they were going all the way to the airport but once we got on the guy said they were stopping at the stop before the airport but that he could go all the way to the airport. Honestly I think they just wanted us on for the ride. They were being complete troublemakers & when we actually stopped in town we realized that what we rode was like a produce bus bringing produce to the different markets in town. Their night express. So we just had a funny feeling & I think the konda knew also & told us to get off & get on another daladala when we got to town. So we did finally make it to the airport. Our new roomates came & we were off & running trying to help them out before we left for our visa exits. Our old roomates were still in the house-yes, thats right. 8 girls in 1 house for 10 days, 5 sharing 1 bathroom. No comment but one word...endurance. But we survived. The old roomates left. It was bittersweet, they were our roomates for 6 months. We became like a family in many ways. But change can also be healthy.

School is starting again which means Kipindi cha Dini is back on. We accepted a different Kipindi than before. Now we are teaching more middle school/high schoolers. Its nice because they are at a vital age & you feel like you can help them & whatever you do can have a positive effect on them. But it also requires humility because they aren't like little kids who will just let your broken Swahili pass by. Noooo. These kids will completely look at you blank & be like what do you mean? Or just laugh...silly Mzungu. It was funny though today we were talking about friends, & choosing your friends wisely. One student was giving an example about how it isn't always important to have a lot of friends but what is important is having those friends with good qualities. But the way he illustrated it was by saying you can have a group of chickens who behave badly & one chicken who behaves good. Who is going to appeal to you more? Who are you going to want to take care of more? I'm like are you comparing your friends to chickens or are you just saying that your friends are chickens. The whole class laughed. It's fun to joke with them though because they joke back. Then we sang song 75 & had a group of boys & group of girls & had a competition of who could sing better. Then we had the girls sing one line while the boys followed them with the next & then everyone sang the chorus together. Of course the girls sang better than the guys. Just saying ;)

Updates on studies : Paulo, the one who we happened to pass by & start a study with at the hotel by our house is now studying regularly with a brother. Still asks many deep questions & does research in the Bible himself. He will read the Good News brochure, look up the scriptures, then use the index to find the other scriptures that go alone with that scripture. Latipha, is progressive even though she has now started working & can sometimes work all night will still sit & study an entire lesson of the Good News brochure & understands completely. I just got a new 12 year old girl named Jaqueline. Like I've said before, "coincidences" are just a little scary sometimes. So I first met this girl while sitting on the road waiting for my service partner. She stuck out to me because she looked sad & she has some kind of disease with her body, like her growth, kinda deformed. So I showed her a track & she sat & read with me & just sat with me until my service partner came & we left. Then every Thursday we normally pass her house on the way out of the territory. She always finds me & shouts my name & I never talk with her a long time because its always getting dark by the time we leave & we need to get home. One day it was a really long day but I still remembered I had her left to visit. So I prayed, if she was someone that Jehovah was drawing, have her be waiting on the road. On the way starting up the long cobblestone path out of our territory. I hear a voice call my name. There she was, standing in a small dirt alley between two broken down concrete houses. So I followed her to her house, realized after talking to her for a while that her parents had both died, and she was left to the care of her elderly grandmother, a crippled bibi who was sitting on the ground outside as we entered. I set up a plan with Jaqueline & when I could return. Now being back for good I have time to spend time with her.