Before I even opened my eyes this morning, I could tell the day was going to be busy. I had to rush back to my old house to return some sheets I had washed and make sure the house is ready for the landlord to occupy this weekend. I had swallowed my malaria tabs before biking over to the house, but when I got to the house, I remembered that I had forgotten to eat breakfast with the pill and ended up throwing up in the garden. But no worries, I ate a few African donuts on the side of the road while waiting for my house helper to come from the village... I needed to lead her to my new home, so she could help me out there occasionally.
Back at the house, I collected the water bill and a list of other things to do in town - Another ten minute bike ride out to Nakatunya where I went to help a friend repair lawnmower, and then collected papers from the fida office. I need to deliver those papers to the youth leaders of the kids I am taking to Mto Moyoni again this week. Okay, now I'm starting to think that you won't even know how to read this post, since I am naming off agencies and places you have never heard of before, but just bare with me.
My friend Helen called, she wanted me to escort her and her baby to the hospital for immunizations... it was my first time in the main hospital and the children's ward is super busy. Just place your card on the pile and wait until your baby's name gets called.
Then for another hour I raced all around town trying for find transport for the 20 LRA youth I am taking to Mto Moyoni... no such luck to get a private hire. Hopefully we can find a bus that will hold all of us at the same time tomorrow. I grabbed a rolex to eat from a street vendor and made my way over to a team-mates for a meeting at 1:30. (A rolex is an fried egg, with a few veggies, wrapped inside of a chapati - "rolled eggs")
The meeting took an hour and a half - to discuss our security plans - for medical, political, personal, etc emergencies. We clearly went over who to call, all of our embassy contacts, the doctors and police numbers to have in our phone, what to do during a hostage or evacuation/relocation situation, where to keep our passports etc. Now, don't get me wrong - Soroti is a very safe place... it's just policy to have these things in place. But after 5 years of being on the mission field... I also know that they are necessary.
From there I raced to the bank to see if I could get enough shillings out to help pay the bill for this week's spiritual retreat with the former child soldiers, and I tried one more company with a vehicle for hire. No such luck.
Since I've moved, I don't have a fridge or stove yet, so I've been eating lousy - I can tell that my iron is low... but instead of taking a good meal, or iron supplements, I opted for a power nap. Only to wake up to play with neighbourhood children and meet with a young man who has a heart for orphans. I ended up buying street meat for dinner and added that to a package of ramen noodles that I can make with water from my electric kettle.
Now I'm spending the evening packing and trying to set my paper work in order. And praying - trusting that God will clearly open the doorway for easy transport tomorrow.
Good night friends.
Back at the house, I collected the water bill and a list of other things to do in town - Another ten minute bike ride out to Nakatunya where I went to help a friend repair lawnmower, and then collected papers from the fida office. I need to deliver those papers to the youth leaders of the kids I am taking to Mto Moyoni again this week. Okay, now I'm starting to think that you won't even know how to read this post, since I am naming off agencies and places you have never heard of before, but just bare with me.
My friend Helen called, she wanted me to escort her and her baby to the hospital for immunizations... it was my first time in the main hospital and the children's ward is super busy. Just place your card on the pile and wait until your baby's name gets called.
Then for another hour I raced all around town trying for find transport for the 20 LRA youth I am taking to Mto Moyoni... no such luck to get a private hire. Hopefully we can find a bus that will hold all of us at the same time tomorrow. I grabbed a rolex to eat from a street vendor and made my way over to a team-mates for a meeting at 1:30. (A rolex is an fried egg, with a few veggies, wrapped inside of a chapati - "rolled eggs")
The meeting took an hour and a half - to discuss our security plans - for medical, political, personal, etc emergencies. We clearly went over who to call, all of our embassy contacts, the doctors and police numbers to have in our phone, what to do during a hostage or evacuation/relocation situation, where to keep our passports etc. Now, don't get me wrong - Soroti is a very safe place... it's just policy to have these things in place. But after 5 years of being on the mission field... I also know that they are necessary.
From there I raced to the bank to see if I could get enough shillings out to help pay the bill for this week's spiritual retreat with the former child soldiers, and I tried one more company with a vehicle for hire. No such luck.
Since I've moved, I don't have a fridge or stove yet, so I've been eating lousy - I can tell that my iron is low... but instead of taking a good meal, or iron supplements, I opted for a power nap. Only to wake up to play with neighbourhood children and meet with a young man who has a heart for orphans. I ended up buying street meat for dinner and added that to a package of ramen noodles that I can make with water from my electric kettle.
Now I'm spending the evening packing and trying to set my paper work in order. And praying - trusting that God will clearly open the doorway for easy transport tomorrow.
Good night friends.
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