Never say never.  In five years I have never been sick in Africa.  The day began nicely enough with 7:30 chapel all done in Kiswahili with happy music and happy feet.  HOWEVER, the evening before, our very nice guest from Australia (one of the teachers) talked about what’s good for what ails me in the digestive system. I am trying to be delicate.  Her discovery is 2 tablespoons of Olive Oil washed down with a bit of orange juice.  Seemed harmless enough so Jessie stood by me as I took the prescription.  During my first morning class, the one that had laughed about James and his wives, I suddenly became ill. It hit me like a sledge hammer and I ran to the door, hand over my mouth.  In seconds women in the class came out to help me ~ arms around me, patted my shoulder and offered me water.  It was evident I could not finish the class nor lead the next one, so I quickly gave them an assignment and started the walk home.  There were several stops along the road to rid myself of the potion.  This is embarrassing in the best of situations, but along a dirt road, all alone was pretty awful.  A male student passed me by but finally turned and asked what he could do.  “Please go to the guest house and get Jessie.”  I was able to make it home and flopped on the bed where I stayed most of the day.  Sweet students who tried to help and sweet Jessie who put the big green bucket by the bed.   Oh, that wonderful green bucket.  After staying in bed all day I finally recovered though it took a while to get my sea legs.  To top it off, the two doctors on campus, Sandy and Martin, had just left for 5 days for a medical conference in Mwanza so we had nothing for nausea. 

Late in the afternoon one of our dearest students from our first year here who is now the Secretary General of the Diocese of the Rift Valley which we visited several years ago came for a visit bringing a nurse (Wilhemina) another man, not sure who he was and two current students.  Oh, he did not bring the nurse for me; they had been at a meeting in Dodoma.  It was a lovely reunion and Joseph wanted us to visit Manyoni this time but time is rushing by.  He is the gentleman who took me to the girls school to preach and translated all the services for me.  Isn’t it amazing having friends in Tanzania that go to such lengths to visit?  The other trauma of the day was we had no internet most of the day and night and even the green bucket could  not fix that.  Cheers, Tally