Wednesday, 6/11/14

Well, I keep telling you these blog entries are going to get shorter, and this is one of them. The tutoring sessions are routine, if you understand that “routine” means that one or two of them are disasters that require calls for help. Hannah brought some Play-Doh™ from the States, and some of the tutors are using it with success. As I’m taking care of business by the college dorm, I see Matt taking his group for a chemistry walk, telling them about changes in state; they visit the incinerator and talk about the rapid oxidation of fire, and then they walk up to the guys’ shower, which has a badly rusted door, and he talks about the slower form of oxidation we see there.

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Shangazi and Karen are on a town trip today, so for lunch Rachelle makes a sausage stew all by her lonesome, and Josalyn provides mashed potatoes.

We’ve decided that having game time every weekday at 4 is overloading the children (and probably us as well)—the kids don’t seem to be as eager to join the games as they were at first. So we’ve decided to cut it back to 2 days a week, with the library open an extra hour on the other days. Yesterday Asher took a few of the boys on a hike up the hill across the street, and I’ve encouraged the others to think of different sorts of things they can do with a small group of children during those times. I suspect we’re going to cancel classes for a day pretty soon as well, as much for the team as for the children.

After supper of ugali and fish, Shangazi shows up with just 3 10-liter jugs of water instead of the usual 10 5-gallon jugs. And she has a story to tell us. She and Karen were at a government office getting a birth certificate for one of the 5 new children when they heard a loud “Boom!” At first she thought it was a truck backfiring, but then there was another one, and you probably know that trucks don’t tend to backfire en ensemble. Then she sees a bunch of people running down the street. She eventually finds out that the police have chosen today to clear the street vendors off the sidewalks. Apparently these folks, who are everywhere you go in town, don’t pay taxes and are technically not supposed to be there, and every so often the cops sweep the streets. They use tear gas. On hearing this, I turn to Nathanael, our criminal justice major, and tell him that this is what’s called a police overreaction to a minor public nuisance. Anyway, Shangazi says that where the police were working was just exactly where they were planning to be getting their various tasks done, so they have to reorganize their plans. The water place is closed, so they pick up the 3 smaller jugs at U-Turn and decide to go back tomorrow and get the real water order.

House devotions, team devotions, popcorn (it’s really good dipped in Nutella), and bed. By my reckoning, we’re halfway through the trip, when you count travel time. Pray for light in our eyes through the daily routine.

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Dan Olinger

Chair, Division of Bible in the BJU School of Religion.

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