Thirty-Six

Saturday was rather fun. We played games with the kids who we meet on Saturdays and see at church on Sundays. We first taught them Quack diddly Oso(or something), then Duck Duck Goose, and then Simon Says. Duck Duck Goose, was by far the most fun playing with them. Oh gosh! They were so cute! They ranged from about four to about ten or so, thus the competition was varied. Although, one of the youngest, Ivan, was quite the chump and was not easily caught. Another little girl who is four, when ever she got picked she would tap Ivan’s head “Duck… GOOSE!” He caught her four times consecutively. It was so funny, because she tried tricking us that she was not going to choose him, and would tag him as duck, then go around the circle again and still choose him. She eventually picked the boy before him, which confused everyone, as Ivan still got up and chased her, and the actually goose, slowly stood up with a dazed look. Hence, she was no longer it.

I know, you have been pondering the whole last paragraph why this entry is titled Thirty-Six. Well I wanted to give an example of why Kinyarwanda is so difficult to learn, as every word has so many syllables. In Kinyarwanda “thirty-Six” is “Mirungwitatunagatandato.”  Beatrice was teaching me how to count, and once we reached 31(Mirungwitatunarimwe), I could not contain myself and started cracking up, but low and behold 36 was more ridiculously long! I’m a bit disappointed in myself, as I have not learned much more Kinyarwanda than I knew my first week here.  Sometimes it is so frustrating, like when we saw Andre on the road. I so desperately wanted to ask what was wrong, and tell him about Christ’s love for him, but instead our trip to the hospital was a silent one.

Today we met with the women we are going to teach crafts to. 24 women came, which was a bit intimidating at first, but I am excited. I really hope it goes well, and that there is material here for the things I know to make. It feels like this might just be my niche.  I have discovered something that is definitely not my niche, peeing in a hole. I used the bathroom at Chantal’s, which is the common bathroom facility, it is like an outhouse with a concrete floor and a hole. Anyway, I managed to make quite the mess, pee on my foot, along with all over the floor. What was embarrassing is, is that the second I left the bathroom, pastor went in to use it. Haha, I’m sure she knew it was me, but she never said anything, although Megan is assured she was grossed out.

Some prayer requests… The water here seams to be making my skin itchy and gives me a rash, which is no fun.  Also, that God will give me a servant heart like Christ’s and that my heart will break with a passion for what His breaks for. I find myself wanting to go into my room and have alone time a lot, rather than having fellowship, which I know is okay on a small scale for refreshment, but I think it would be better if I did it less.

Oh, and I am sure Megan will have a wonderful blog post more detailed than mine. Her blog is www.megstersblogs.blogspot.com.

Ps. Holly I have long already ate all the chocolate you gave me, and Tory I am now just relying on the Reese’s for my daily chocolate intake. Megan and I are very much craving American sweets. We hope to find ice cream sometime today.