Jesca K

Recently, I have been interviewing some of the female students at the Bible College for scholarship applications. It was amazing to hear some of their stories and humbling to hear their tales of pain and difficulty. From time to time, I want to share a few sentences about the lives that some of them have lived.

Jesca was raised in a non-Christian home and as a young girl went to live with her brother because her family was poor and could not care for her. Her brother's wife beat her severely when her husband was away at work, refused to give her much food to eat and finally drove Jesca out of their home and into the streets. Jesca lived on the streets as a young teen girl and slept wherever she could find a place to lay down; often outside on the ground. One night, Jesca was severely beaten by some thieves when they found her sleeping outside as they went through the neighborhood. She was found and taken to the home of a local pastor where she was cared for by the pastor and his family. Because of the love she was shown in their home Jesca eventually became a Christian.

Today, she is a pastor's wife and has 3 small children; she desires to help her husband in the area of Evangelism when she graduates Bible College.

Celery

Normally, celery does not really rank high on my list of "things I really miss" while living here in Africa. I use it to make dressing during the holidays, in Waldorf salad and occasionally spread with either peanut butter or cream cheese.
However, the old adage about only missing something when you can't have it comes into play when you live in Africa.
In our years here in Tanzania we have never seen celery - until now. Tim came home from the market the other day with a look on his face that told me he had found a "treasure" at the market.
He opened the plastic bag and pulled a limp, dirty, underdeveloped stalk of celery. If the same stalk had been in my refrigerator in the states I would have thrown it away. Here in Tanzania it was considered quite the find.
I carefully cleaned it and began to try and decide how I wanted to use this precious stalk of celery as they cleaned stalks waited in cold water.
I chopped some of it and put it in the freezer anticipating the next time I would need it for dressing or some other recipe.
The rest was used in a Waldorf salad for the Mwanza Missionary potluck that very evening. It was quite the hit even though I had to use pecans from my freezer in place of walnuts. The bowl was scraped clean and the celery was enjoyed by everyone.
Tim will be keeping his eyes open for other treasures that pop up at the market from time to time.

The Invasion

Tis the season for "Siafu"; this is the name given to the large biting ants we have here in East Africa. Normally, we don't see too many of them, just the occasional line as they move from location to location.
However, they have been everywhere on our property in the past week moving in huge writhing masses across the ground and walls. There are literally thousands of them, sometimes the lines of moving ants can be almost a foot wide and several layers deep as they travel. Tim has gone through large amounts of spray that he mixes and sprays on their mounds and around the house to keep them outside.
Monday night, Lisa, the renter for our guest house came to the door and they had invaded her house; moving in a mass down her wall from the attic. They don't detour around anything but crawl over whatever is in their path. Tim went down with the sprayer and spent two hours spraying inside and outside the house. Of course, these are biting ants and they move quickly so he had to take a number of breaks when they got inside his clothes and began biting.
Yesterday was one of those days "NOT" spent doing ministry. In addition to spraying the ant army we had a broken water line outside the house that he had to repair.
To top of the day, he killed two green mamba snakes, one in the guest house and one in our house. The day before he killed one outside the guest house; the rainy seasons don't just bring the rain. The trees, grasses and crops spring to life as does many things in the animal kingdom.
Today is a new day and we never know what the day will bring; it keeps life interesting.

Isak's TukTuk

Our friend, Isak, is finally the proud owner of a new red Tuk Tuk. As you can see in the picture, it's a motorcycle type vehicle that has room to haul passengers.

Isak has been crippled since his youth from polio and doesn't have the use of his legs. When we first met Isak in 1999, he was walking all the way from his home at the top of a steep hill near us into town using his hands as his feet. He was always smiling and pleasant even though it must have taken him over an hour to make the trip into town to work at his small sidewalk shoe repair business. He has a wife and three children that he must provide for.

When we returned this time, Isak had been given a hand pedaled tricycle that made his journey into town easier. He keeps it stored at our home because the hill up to his home is almost straight up and even taxi's and most motorcycles don't attempt the steep road.

Thanks to several years of saving on his part and the generous gifts of several of our friends and family; Isak's dream of owning his TukTuk has finally come true. With this vehicle, he is going to start a taxi service which should help him provide for his family and allow his children to attend school.

Isak is a wonderful example of someone who chooses "joy" even in the midst of poverty, pain and hardship. He's one of my "wake up calls" whenever I decide to feel sorry for myself. JOY is a choice and has nothing to do with circumstances.