Making A Zombie

I have tried unsuccessfully to get video of Raelee and Sula playing. I wanted to get her speaking in her Ugandan accent. She has to translate for me many times – in English – but in their accent. They don’t understand my accent I guess! And I haven’t gotten theirs down yet. I asked Salima if she was going to intern when she was home and she had me repeat three times and still didn’t get it. I said “You know, what you do on your breaks with the NGO”. She said “You mean intern?”. That’s what I said! So, ignore please the way my daughter sits, she is supposed to wear leggings at all times (which doesn’t make it a whole lot better) and I am constantly having to tell her to keep her legs together. She and Sula were the only ones on the property, playing right outside my bedroom window. She doesn’t know I recorded them, she heard my camera when I took the picture so Sula posed for me. (She starts speaking to him in his accent towards the five minute mark. And she does know quite a bit of Lusoga but mostly with him speaks English. His mother and Raelee converse quite a bit. But don’t ask her to tell you any words, she probably won’t!) By the way, that is chalk.

She will say one phrase to us in Lusoga, “Come here, I am going to beat you”. The boys taught her to say “You have the face of a dog” and she was yelling it as Christian was driving with her and the boys through the village. At people! He asked the boys what she was saying and they didn’t want to tell him. Finally one of them told him and he told them not to teach her those kind of things.




“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations”      Jeremiah1:5

Today we had a visitor! Sophia brought the baby to see us, I thought Raelee was not going to be able to conDSC07471tain herself! Tenwa left early today so that they could go visiting a little bit since this is the first day for her to leave her house. She is tiny! Her name is Shefa (I’m sure that is not correct spelling!) Pronounced Shee/fa. Sophia says Shakim loves his little sister, he is around two and a half, was a newborn when we moved here. I will be so excited when Sophia comes back to work so I will have to take care of the baby while she is working! I’m not excited about Sophia coming back to work with the baby and having to fight Raelee over taking the baby off to her room to dress her and play with her like a doll!


Learning To Make Soap

While Salima was home from college for Christmas she made liquid soap. It costs so much less than the powdered soap I buy in the supermarkets. I know there are a lot of things I could get for so much less but don’t know where to get it, can’t get it for the Ugandan price because the color of my skin. Two and a half years now and we still find out things that we could get here and say “Why did we not know that?”! Salima left me with the supplies for the soap and we just finished off what she made. It so happens the young man that taught her was around today and Jennifer brought him here so that he could teach them how to make it. But he told them you have to buy the ingredients in Kampala. I know we can get them here, Salima will just have to tell her mother where! This young man goes around teaching liquid and bar soap making, candle making, mosquito repellent and some kind of jelly. I know how to make most of these things, just can’t find the ingredients. Part of the problem in us finding things is what we call them is not what they call them! So when we ask about something, they may actually have it here but they have no idea what we are talking about! He is teaching two days at a school in town, he just travels around and charges groups of people to teach and for the materials. The ingredients from them cost the same as what Salima bought. It costs under $10 to make thirty liters. Then people sell a small water bottle worth for about twenty five cents so they can profit around $15 on each batch. That’s pretty good for someone out here in the village. They all just laughed when I told them that and said that was a lot of money. But I doubt any of them will pursue it. Very hard to understand why they wouldn’t. They had a lot of fun, Sharifu was embarrassed to stir it because he was afraid someone might think he was cooking porridge for everyone. (Not man’s work!)

We’ve had bad news this week, really praying for a solution. Our kids we feed and send to school got their exam results this week. The new year will start the first week of February, I don’t know why they have to wait until two weeks before the new school year to see if they passed. The two in second and third grade always have excellent grades. Fiona was in her last year of primary school, she would go on to secondary (which I guess is junior and senior high for us). She has always tried hard but struggled to get good grades. Not failing grades but we have asked if there was anything we could do to help her. She has always gone during holidays, stayed late and really given her all to it. We have been praying about where she will go to school for secondary. It would probably be best for her to board in town for her physical safety but haven’t been sure about her leaving all the younger ones on their own. Naomi is around twelve now so she can take care of all. And one more younger one is going to school this year. But, Fiona failed the exam. And the teachers told her that her only two options in life are to become a seamstress or child care. How sad is that, to be told it’s pointless to repeat school and you won’t amount to anything more that two options? We talked to the head master today and he said most times they don’t have children repeat grades but they don’t feel it will do Fiona any good to repeat. We wonder if it is because for the first five years she went to the inferior government school and didn’t get a good foundation or help soon enough. Now, if she stays home she will feel shame. She is at high risk at being taken advantage of and to be married off – she is fourteen or fifteen now, marrying age. We are going tomorrow to talk to a good Ugandan friend to see what we can do and then our plan is to take her to a female Ugandan friend to try and have a conversation with her away from the village. That is the biggest struggle for us, to get the whole story, to get true feelings about something, to get the true interpretation. I’m asking prayer for this situation and for Fiona. She is a beautiful shy girl that has no mother and really no one but us to help her with life. And doesn’t speak English! I hate that, because she isn’t going to talk openly through anyone here interpreting. It is extremely hard to have heart to heart talks with someone through an interpreter, especially one that is local because gossip is rampant here and no one wants to be talked about. Being motherless is hard enough for her. I believe with all my heart God put us in Fiona and her siblings’ lives for a reason so He has a plan for her. Our God is a miracle worker. He can part waters, move mountains, bring the dead back to life, save, bless and care for. He can do anything, everything, things beyond our comprehension.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” -Jeremiah 29:11

Sunday School 2018

I was sick soon after Christmas and very sick New Year’s until the first of last week so I haven’t been with the children until yesterday in this new year. I missed them! (Even though for close to two weeks I was pretty out of it) We had a very good day, learning more about Jesus and all the names He has been called and has called Himself. When I asked if anyone would like to color there was almost pandemonium! It is certainly humbling to see children get excited over getting to color – that is not something most of them get to do often or have ever done. And I was very impressed at how artistic some were in their coloring, I guess their use of color combinations shouldn’t be surprising when I consider all the colorful clothes they wear! I didn’t take the pictures, I am thankful Derrick did. I was busy losing my mind over marker caps not being put back on them! Constantly going round and round the tables looking for caps and markers without caps! They have no concept that the markers will not work anymore if they dry out! I was also very impressed at how many remembered names of Jesus that we had learned a while ago. I am so thankful to be back among the land of the living and blessed to be with the kids again!

Isaiah 44:6, “Thus says the Lord, the King of Israel and his Redeemer, the Lord of hosts: ‘I am the first and I am the last, and there is no God besides Me.”