Sunday, November 18, 2007

A day in my life…

Many of you have asked what my typical daily activities are.  That's a bit hard to explain because I'm under the assumption there are very few typical days, but here's a snapshot of what this week has been like.  

A typical week day sort of looks like this:

7am   wake up and shower

8          staff/volunteer devotions

8:30    I leave for Mafuta

9          Mafuta preschool begins

9:45    serve meal to orphans

10:15 preschool resumes

11        head back to COZV

Til 1pm I do various task: office work, spending time with the babies or preschoolers, whatever needs to be done.

1pm   lunch & rest time

2:30    back to the office or wherever I'm needed until chores or dinner

4:30    choretime (I admit I don't typically head out to the barn)

7:30    dinner & rest time

Between 9-11pm I'm in bed, reading, writing, etc. 

 

One word to describe Monday: flexibility!  I woke up thinking I was going to Mafuta.   I was dressed in long cargo pants with my pockets stuffed with what I normally need when I'm there.   I went to devotions and then was helping Gary pack the pickup truck with the provisions I was bringing to Mafuta.   I was just about to leave when I found out that my day was going to look very different.   A volunteer who had been waiting to hear about getting a flight to the states needed to be rushed to the airport in Livingstone Zambia.   So I rushed back to the bungalow, changed into much lighter cloths and jumped in the van with another brand new volunteer.   We arrived there by noon, got them through airport security and then began the trip back.   I was driving the Quantum, a very large van.  I'm glad I've been getting used to driving on the left side of the road.   Fortunately there was little traffic.  It's basically one turn and then 2-3 hrs straight on a tar road.  It was pretty easy drive, though I did have to dodge a bunch of piglets in the road, not the typical African road hazard.   We were able to stop for lunch and I ate a huge bacon cheeseburger. I was famished and it was very good.  We reached the border posts by 4:30 and surprisingly navigated them like pros for two newbies. All in all it turned into a fun adventure.  

Tuesday was a pretty typical day. After rest time, I took 6 kids into town for various errands: some needed sneakers & pata pata (flip flops), some needed paperwork, one got to go as a reward for good behavior.   Our first stop was the most critical, paperwork for 2 of the kids.  In my ignorance, I apparently showed up on the wrong day and at the wrong time.   So that was a bust.  But fortunately we were able to accomplish what we needed to during the rest of our stops except to find pata patas that were large enough for one of the girls.   Overall, it was a successful trip. 

Wednesday was a fairly typical day with little to report. I spent some quality time in the office learning my tasks to help with the bookkeeping here.

Thursday was also a fairly typical day except for the meal at Mafuta.  There are an amazing bunch of female volunteers at Mafuta that are dedicated to preparing the food for the children.   They have tried to teach me to cook their way, but for the most part, I am too weak.  They cook in these huge black metal pots with long wooden paddles.   They say if I try a bit each day I will get stronger which is probably true.   So normally they cook and then I help serve the food to give them a little bit of a break.   On this particular day, they prepared mackerel and cabbage "soup" served with shima (a stiff cornmeal porridge, a staple here.)   Wow was that an interesting aroma.   To have my head over a pot of that for 30-45 minutes just about did me in.  Before I left the states, my family and I had a pretty disgusting episode with rotten sauerkraut (don't ask).   This was pretty similar. But the kids gobbled it up. They really seem to love fish, bones, eyes, skin and all.  I spent the rest of the day trying to get the fishy cabbage smell off my hands.    

Friday started like any other day… I left devotions and walked down the path to get the truck I drive to Mafuta.   I hadn't taken more than 4 steps out of the gate and right in my path was a snake!   My first sighting since I've been here. EEK! It was bright green, about the length of my arm, very narrow and you could barely make out its head.  I don't know whether to say praise God, I've made it 14 days without seeing a snake or to say I've only made it 14 days…   Either way, I promptly turned around and yelled for the African staff.   Leonard, an absolute gentleman and a VERY hard worker, came running with a big stick… my new hero!!  He told me it was just a little water snake (fairly harmless from what I understand) but either way he apparently clubbed it.   I got out of there.   I was running late as it was and didn't want to find out if he was wrong.   Phew… I've lived through what I'm sure is just the first of many sightings.   The funny thing was that right before devotions I was reading in Genesis about Eve and the serpent in the Garden.

Addendum:  on my way to the main house to post this blog, I got roped into helping stitch up a horse's forehead.   By the time we were done, it was dinner time.   During dinner the power went off and then after dinner, I was helping comfort a girl that wasn't feeling well.   Needless to say I never got to post my blog. All part of the adventure…

4 comments:

Sara said...

Hey Jess,

While reading your blog I remembered the big blue van you had out in Rochester one summer during our college years. You can handle anything!

Miss you and love you!
Sara

Dustin said...

Hey Jess,

Thanks for giving us a glimpse into your world. I liked your story of the green snake...you are quite the "Indiana Jones" :) I'm glad you are doing well. You're in my prayers.

Dustin

Anonymous said...

Hey Jess,
You can sure make me laugh! I am just picturing you making this smelly soup! Running into snakes and going on road trips! What an adventure you are on. Miss you!
Mary

Lynn said...

Hi Jess,
You really ARE a missionary. Unlike Mary Mary, I'm not laughing, I downright scared. Not for me- all the more reason why I pray for you every day. Good thing Laverne didn't decide to go to Africa or....My Mom always thought I should be a missionary nurse. Sort of like your life these days eh? Miss you and send you hugs galore. Wish I could see your happy smiling face. Momma Lynn