I've officially been in West Africa one week! Well, it's been fun. Today had some landmark events though. If you're squeamish about bathroom topics or scary small animals, don't bother reading any further.
So, I'm doing my business in the bathroom, and I see a flash of a small fury body along the floor. I put my feet up on the wall and finished up. Flushed and washed my hands. Then I sneaked out and trapped him in the bathroom. I didn't scream, though I wanted to a bit. I called a missionary who grew up here and told him what I caught and where. He grabbed his broom and began the hunt. We heard banging and he came out with it, put it in a bag and saved it in the freezer.
I was a bit in disbelief. There was this sweet dead lil mouse (picture Beatrix Potter type) being saved in the freezer for another missionary's pet snake to eat. Ewww. Ok, we missionaries are a rare breed. But hey, I got kuddos for not screaming and for trapping it in the bathroom! :)
Today also marked the day that I got to see what having intestinal worms looked like (not anyone in our family). Of course, I am slightly medically minded, so I asked (yes, I asked!) to see when someone had the resident doc take a peek. Now I know what they look like. Good info for the future. We'll be taking worm meds as a preventative, I'd say.
So, my friends say, "Welcome to Africa!" I feel like I've officially joined a secret club. Hopefully, these experiences are the only "hazing" that the continent throws my way! So good to be here - mice & all.
Life according to Laura...Family news & my personal journey of drawing closer to Him... Because let's face it: Even missionaries don't have it all together. *smile*
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Beginnings in Africa - the big trip here
Beginnings
It's taken me 19 years that I know of
to get to the mission field. So the three flights to get here seemed
like a drop in a bucket when it comes to waiting. The kids did pretty
well. Actually, great, considering Claire caught a cold & was
sleepy on all flights and for days following (She's mostly over that
now). I've asked for prayer for safety, health, and peace – well we
got it. Previously, I had been, well, anxious to fly or even go to
airports due to some previous rough trips. Pretty much since my dad's
passing, I have dealt with some sort of anxiety - you begin to think about the brevity of life. No anxiety this trip
though! Praise God for His peace!!! I have been asking for peace and
receiving it in floods. We did wonderfully in all airports and on all
flights. I was never scared nor even had an anxious moment. It's a
wonderful feeling to be directly in the center of God's will. I am on
the field in West Africa – finally. So thank you for your support
in prayers and giving!!
I'm sitting in the guesthouse at night
listening to African sounds through the screen windows as I am
dripping with sweat. I feel gritty and hot, but very earthy, so for
now I don't mind. I hear crickets. Women chatting loudly in a local
language. I am not sure if they are arguing or very excited about
something, but it sounds kinda angry (I've since been informed that
they are not really angry). I don't mind the traffic noises. I like
to hear my colleagues feet pounding the gravel trail around the
compound when I wake up in the morning. I feel safe. It kinda feels
like I'm at camp or something. My sentiments may change as we get out
into the community tomorrow to go to the market. I'm sure there will
be new sights and sounds and smells to get used to. It will be
different when we arrive in the village. Right now we are with other
missionaries in the capital, later we will be with just our two
teammates in a sea of Africa faces. I am interested to see how I feel
then, but for now, beginnings in Africa have been happy! I've been
told that this country has no “honeymoon” phase as far as
cultural adjustment goes. I think that it depends. For me, I have
been walking towards this road for all my life & it just feels
right. It's very weird, but I feel I'm home.
Below is the story of our recent hop
over the pond for those of you who are interested in more details,feel free to read on.
We've arrived near the end of this rainy season. What a view as our plane descended upon the orange clay contrasting against all the lush greenery! Walking off the plane onto the tarmack, we were hit by a wall of heat and humidity. I
had been told about it, but thought it was an exaggeration until we
walked smack into it. We were instantly offered help by men who
wanted to get our luggage. I picked out one and directed him in
French. All our bags and trunks made it. (Now we pray they get
successfully toted up country.) The woman customs officer wanted to
know if I spoke French or English. I told her English, hoping she
would not know as much of my language. I was right. She asked for
money outright & I told her I couldn't & that my man (the guy
who I was paying to lug my cart of 6 bags) was walking away with our
bags! Got out of paying that bribe & nothing was confiscated.
Thank the Lord!
Our ride to the guesthouse from the
airport here was so surreal! They drove us at night, with no street
lights. There are no lanes for the traffic. You just have to
carefully & quickly squeeze in. You might need to use your horn
so someone sees your vehicle. There were scores of people carrying
things in their arms and on there heads in large basins to sell to
passers-by. People would come up to the window of the car to try to
sell us apples, or bread, or flashlights. It was amazingly bumpy at
times and other parts were very smooth (here in the paved capital).
It was dirty and all the small buildings had rusty corrugated tin
roofs on them. Unfortunately there is trash strewn everywhere across
this beautiful city. We turned down one street and our colleague who
was driving shouted out in French to let us through to the man (a
local guy with no authority) who had blocked the road with a tree
branch. The road block was for a marriage party. We finally turned
around and found an alternate route. It was interesting to find out
that that sort of arguing is expected here as part of the social game
that people play. We got in and cried as we were reunited with other
missionaries that we had not seen since they were in the States. It sure is good to be here, in the center of God's will for our lives. Thanks for helping us on our way!
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