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Another busy, and unusual day for Tally and me.  It started with our English Class for Secretaries.  Tally and I took a course from the Literacy Council thinking this would give us the information we would need to teach here.  Well… there is a lot of grammar which neither of us can remember!  Are there 8 or 10 parts of speech.  10 commandments, so must be 8 parts of speech…We are supposed to know these things, we are supposed to know not only the definition of a noun, but the difference between abstract, countable, collective, etc., nouns.  There are so many rules in English, and we don’t remember any of them, though we feel we know how to speak.  So, our afternoons see us googling, prepositions, definitions, and thumbing through all the wonderful material the teachers here have used for years.  They are such Pros, we are idiots by comparison and pray that we are not messing up their students.  Got so desperate the other day, I brought paint and had the Secretarial students painting, and then writing the names of the colours.

We are also working at our other classes, Tally – Pastoral Care, and me at the Primary School.  So much going on there, but won’t write about that tonight.  Except to say that am getting some good drawings and paintings from the children, and working with the teachers on management and problem solving things involving the running of the school.

The milk that Tally wrote about last night?  well, this morning at chapel, she mentioned the delicious milk she drank and everyone said:  “Well, of course you boiled it…”  She didn’t, but since it was still warm from the cow, she hopes it was okay.  I don’t drink milk, so no problem for me.  Tally is also getting to be a pro at feeding chickens.  I kept chickens when I lived in England and loved them, now she is learning how nice they are to have around.  They certainly keep the lizzard population down, not to mention other insects.  We give them table scraps.

So much of our days are comprised of things not familiar to us and require forebrain effot and planning, that we are tired by afternoon.  We take a short rest, do some “homework” take a walk, then have dinner.  We are usually in bed by 9:00.  Up at six.

In the midst of utter reality there is much here that is surreal. We are face to face with poverty, famine, children in rags and daily beggars at our doorstep and yet we were gifted tonight with fresh milk from Mama Tupa’s cow. Mama Tupa heard me say we were nearly out of milk for our cereal and tonight around dinner time there came the now familiar greeting: “Hodie,” which means “knock-knock, may I come in?” Many of the huts have no doors so they use a verbal greeting. The response is: “Karibu,” which means: “welcome, come in.” Two young girls, Nellie, a secondary school student, and Lydia, a student at the Bishop Stanway Primary School were hand-delivering fresh milk, still warm, from the cow. Imagine for one second the value of that gift from people who have so little. Their stomachs may be empty but ours have been filled. We have much to learn about relationships, sharing and what is really important in our lives. I’m not preaching – I am still in school myself.   Jessie, the world’s best traveling companion and I will turn in with full bellies and full hearts.

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