Day #5

Today. Not fun.

Started off going to hte dust bin. The dust bin is a heap of garbage and rotting food that people live in / on. Within 20 feet of it we were gagging again, but continued on. We went to give out sandwiches and soap, both to wash themselves, and their clothes with. It was fine at first, but as we were handing out the sandwiches, the complaining started. 'Mine is too small!' 'His is bigger than mine!' Ugh! Frustration! Especially since when you buy things here in Kenya it's not like back home. The peanut butter is oil on the top, rock at the bottom, and disgusting all the way through. Jam is like water, bread comes in pieces of slices, not actual slices. Making the sandwiches was a long, frustrating process. After we gave out all the sandwiche, there were a few loaves of bread left, so we were giving handfuls of bread crusts and pieces, and I gave a handful to a mother, and her baby was holding out his little hand, so I put some bread in his hand, and a little more in the mother's. Then some jerk grabbed the bread out of the mother's hand! I was livid. I smacked his hand (this is not advised)  and grabbed the bread back, giving it to the mother, and had John run the jerk off.

After that little adventure, we headed back to the home where Lillian tried to teach us how to carry water on our heads, we quickly learned that we don't have African women's heads, so let's just say it didn't go well. We both went down to the well with Lily to collect the water then proceeded to try and put it on our heads. We got pretty wet pretty quickly! Lily said we'll have to keep trying over the next couple of weeks. We'll have to see how it goes! But we are pretty determined to become Kenyan women, and not mazungus anymore!

After failing miserably at carrying water on our heads, it was time to prepare lunch. And by prepare lunch I mean washing and chopping skuma wiki (kale) then cooking it in a pot over the open fire. That's right folks! After weeding / hoeing the skuma wiki the other day we are nowpreparing it outside over the open fire! We are so becoming Kenyan! Though we don't want to give Kenyan men the wrong idea of how domestic we can be! More on that later. So we had kale and ougali (corn meal bread stuff) and liver. yum.

Following lunch it was time for women's fellowship, which we had been asked to lead. I deja vu of preaching on Sunday for sure, so we were a little nervous. This turned out to be for a good reason! Apparently part of the deal with this inexplicable fascination with white skin is that they do not only expect you to have endless funds but they also expect you to know everything, and I mean EVERYTHING about the Bible. Well, being that we haven't memorized the lineages of obscure old testament characters, we burst their little bubble but good! They kept asking question after question that we promised we would send to our pastors. They have a child like wonder about all things Biblical. Point being, because we were not the Bible scholars that they expected us to be, the whole thing went horribly, and I am not looking forward to doing it again this next week.

By the time John picked us up, we were more than ready to come back to the lodge and sleep our cares away!

-Breezey