Today (Monday) I carried a baby on
my back in a wrap… a small girl clung on like I was her mother and I wrapped
her in a 2 yard piece of fabric on my first attempt! It was a funny sight to
see but it still didn’t feel very secure. The little girl on my back was quite
comfortable and relaxed though, I think she could have fallen asleep. I got a
video of Rachel learning how to do hers; she got a picture of me after the
fact. Fortunately it was not raining and we were able go to the park and play
soccer and play on the broken down playground they seem to love. I am always
more scared than happy while I watch them play on the rusted and broken metal
slide they jump and hang all over. I took the funniest picture of four boys
that were circling us on ONE bike… it was funny to me and Rachel but the kids
weren’t fazed by it... FOUR KIDS- ONE BIKE!
I saved a bird too! Well I
shouldn’t say saved, I should say I moved the poor thing to a safer more
comfortable place to die. It was a baby bird that fell out of the sky and
landed on the bench next to me with a broken foot. It was pitifully squeaking
and my heart was breaking so before the children could get anywhere near it I
picked it up and placed it in a comfy area in the woods across the street from
the orphanage… I don’t know if it made it but at least it as comfortable (I
nearly cried up leaving the poor thing there). I was thinking last night that I
want to ask the woman Elizabeth who owns the orphanage we see on a regular
basis who the children are at the orphanage who have non one; some kids have
family nearby that visits or they go home for the weekend or for school
vacation but others must have no one and I wish I knew who… I would love to be
able to be there for them even when I leave… send them something or write to
them. I don’t know if that is a weird or rude question to ask though.
The difference in knowledge of the
kids in my class is getting to be more difficult every time I introduce a new
concept or try to master an old one. I was working one-on-one with Chantal for
the first time today (Monday) and I asked her to first right her name on the
paper she and I were going to practice skills on and she picked up the pencil
and continued to write “STAFBIK” WTF! This girl doesn’t even know how to spell
her name! I was like “Chantal what is your name? How do you spell it” she then
said “Two? L?”… I had to leave the room and go to Pat (the teacher of my class)
and ask her what this girls name was and how to spell it…Chantal. Clearly we
have a lot to work on.
Today (Tuesday) I woke up to a huge
thunderstorm; heavy rain, thunder, lightning, no power. We had a not so yummy
breakfast and headed to school, my classroom is OUTSIDE! I don’t know if I have
said this before. When we reached the school no one was to be found, we called
Emanuel and he said “oh, we are coming just were waiting for the rain to stop”
I was told only the two older classes were coming to school so I had to report
to the orphanage down the street to teach my children there… outside on a porch
with no material and no work books for the kids to write on. It was just me, a
chalkboard that was broken in half, and 10 impatient kids sitting on the ground
of a porch in the rain freezing for 4 hours. It was clear nothing of any true
substance was going to be learned today. It was pretty lax, to entertain me,
and them, I had them all do exercises and I taught them what a jumping jack
was. One of the older boys, Wisdom, stayed home from school and was helping
watch the younger kids… I watched him sneak a stray cat some food and rescue it
into a storage closet away from the rain; very cute. He looked at me smiled
like he was caught raised his finger to his mouth and said “Shh” then shrugged
his shoulders; I just smiled and returned the shrug.
This afternoon we brought over a
piece to fix the sewing machine so they have two working machines now and fabric
so we could start making the pillow cases. The kids were ecstatic that they
were able to make their own pillow cases and I can’t wait for tomorrow when we
fill them with ash foam we found at a local depot store. Mawuli one of the
older boys (13) blew me away with his mechanic skills; the machine broke twice
during all of them using it and he came right over took the whole thing apart
like he has done it for years and fixed it in less than 5 minutes. He also has
great accuracy when he is sewing; perfect straight lines with only one hand on
the fabric and the other one spinning the machine; he is shy but I could tell
he was happy to hear me say he was so talented.
Dinner was horrible tonight! I
ordered a chicken stew I had gotten here before that was good and came with
rice but when the meal was brought to me it was a red spicy soup with two large
pieces of goat floating in it…. I just had the rice.
Tomorrow we will have worship in
the morning, teach until 12, walk through town, and then fill the pillows with
the children later in the afternoon. We are leaving on Friday morning for Cape
Coast but I will put a little blog up on Thursday night before we depart.
<3 Jessie
Two large pieces of goat?!?!?!?! Bahaha yumster
ReplyDeleteHow old is Chantal?
That sounds like an different place with such unique and amazing people.
I wish I knew about this blog earlier. Fun to read fo sho
-Chris