Another Sunday under the belt
March 13
Well it’s another Sunday is just about done. Church was good this morning and there were more people at the English service than last week. Things are looking up for that service. Pastor Kibet asked me if I see anything he could improve on with his preaching, and when he first asked me a couple of weeks ago I didn’t have an answer for him. Well today I did. I told him to stick to the outline that is in the bulletin. He skipped around and it was confusing for me, so I know it was confusing for others. Later he came over to the house and he told me he would have information for next weeks bulletin for me by Monday. I’m glad because I want the bulletin done by Thursday so it can be edited, and then print on Friday.
After church I came home and worked on the bulletin a little and then I redid the color on the AIC logo. All I did was change the background color to a darker grey and now the AIC shows up much better. Then I went online to check out what’s going on in Japan. What a mess that is and so very sad. Here in Kenya, I haven’t heard anything on the news about it. Which is really odd, I think. Someone told me that Africa doesn’t have weird things happen like earthquakes and power plants blowing up. I told this person, “well yeah, but Africa has its own host of problems that the rest of the world doesn’t have.”
Mary Muttai came over this afternoon and she asked me if I can type Swahili and I told her sure. I just type letter by letter is all. She wanted me to see how fast I can type, so I did one song in Swahili, and she then asked me if I could type her notes from the school. LOL I thought it funny. Just because I don’t speak Swahili, doesn’t mean I can’t type it.
We just finished dinner and Ednah spilled an entire glass of milk. It went into the Ugali, which is ok by me, and all over the table. She’s still cleaning it up. Michelle, she’s 6 months old, is in her walker. Yes, they have walkers here in Kenya. I think China made so many that when the U.S. said they weren’t safe, China decided to sell them to the African’s. Now walkers here are really odd because I have yet to see a home here in Africa that is strictly one floor. Nothing here is level. Most houses have livingrooms that are sunken, which is something I just don’t get, and these living rooms have no railing or barrier around them so it would be easy to fall into them. I tell ya a lot of things here are odd to say the least.
Everyday i see stuff here that is so dangerous it’s not funny. Typical stuff here is like a tractor coming down the road and on it are 3 to 5 guys, or a tractor pulling a trailer with a whole slue of people in the trailer. Then the Matatu’s which are basically a taxi in a MiniVan. The Matatu’s carry as many as 12 people at a time. Now if I remember correctly a mini van is designed to carry 7 people in all, so that’s 5 folks over the limit for the vehicle. What’s really crazy is when you have a guy hanging out the side on the Matatu and the van is barreling past you. OH what about the motorbikes here. I’ve seen as many as 4 people on a motorbike at a time. The driver and 3 passengers all on one bike. It’s crazy. OH and NO HELMETS either. But hey it’s Africa and that’s just how it is here.
Noticed something really crazy today: A guy was hammering on a metal spike next to the Diesel pump at the service station today. I happen to know the owner and he said, “in the U.S. they’d use a drill.” then I said, “yah, but ya gotta love Africa, I’m outta here dude, before the whole station goes up in smoke.” The owner just laughed.
Cait, I think you should have been around when I was young...I am the oldest of 10 kids. All of us were packed into the back seat and squeezed into the front seat of a packard. We would have two or three kids on a bicyle with no helmets in sight. My uncle would pull us behind the pick up on our sleds. On hot summer days we would wait for the deputy in town to get off the night shift, around 9 am, and we would all pile into the back of his truck with our inner tubes to ride up river so that we could float back to town....THAT was the good life. LOL
ReplyDeletebjws4, FYI, I grew up riding bikes with no helmets, skateboarding down a hill with no helmet or any protective gear, riding in a car without seatbelts, so I remember the good life. Here in Kenya when 4 people ride on a 175 motorcycle and it happens all the time, it's a little much. OH and the driver of the bike is sitting on the gas tank. LOL
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