Lest you think this is like our flu bug  ~ it isn’t ~ it is what our travel agent says that we have ~ the African Bug.  His name is Marc Kupper and if you ever need a travel agent who has been all over the world (many times), who supports a family in Senegal and who really looks after his clients, we recommend him wholeheartedly.  We have made our airline reservations  for our third trip to Dodoma.  We leave on July 28.  When Marc called yesterday his first words were:  “Are YOU really going back?”  And then he laughed.  “You both have the African Bug” and then we talked for an hour about the lure, the desire to go back over and over again.  People wonder why we don’t go to Haiti.  Would we leave one dying child to go to another?  We are connected now to our friends and family in Tanzania.  We will grow where God planted us for as long as we can. 

Thanks be to God, Moses is much better and is back at work at the college after being very ill with not only malaria but typhoid ~ diseases we don’t even think about in America.  Sandy writes that it is green and lush at the college but that many of the nearby villages have not only suffered from lack of rain but army worms  have destroyed entire crops ~ crops that had had several plantings due to not enough rain and then too much rain.  Sandy also wrote about the father of Ayuba (a student) who suffered a stroke while in the hospital with malaria.  She pointed out that this is a huge tragedy there because there is no physical therapy and he will be taken home to lie on a mat for the rest of his days with the women caring for his every need, as if they didn’t have enough to do walking miles to fetch water and firewood each day.  Could it be that the care they give their elders, their villagers, their families  is what draws us back to their culture?  Their sense of community and doing unto others is strong and pervasive and of course necessary. 

Pendo’s husband is making bricks out of mud with money that we sent from Karimu to rebuild their home destroyed by the heavy rains.  Remember Pendo means love in Kiswahili.  Thank you for your love for those you likely will never meet or know.  We will bring pictures of Pendo’s home this time to give you a sense of what YOU did for her.

It is Lent, a time to examine our lives and souls.  Joan Chittister, a Benedictine nun writes:  “Humility, real humility, demands that we hold only to give and that we gather only to share.”

Tally and Jessie