This is probably the last moment I'll have to write before we leave Nigeria for 4 weeks. The blog may be silent during that stretch. We'll see ...
So, we leave in about 56 hours ... or so. Not counting, of course, cuz not excited in the least! :-)
Updates will be brief for our To-Do lists are long!
Job: It's now official. It's truly unlike anything I've ever done before. I'm working for Jim's company, which feels really weird -- fortunately for them it's not a job relating to computers or science or oil or anything like that because in those areas I'm totally clueless. It's in Personnel -- official title: Family Liaison Officer or Logistics Coordinator. In a nutshell, I'm responsible for creating the best possible experience for each person's time in Nigeria with Jim's company, whether they are an expat or a Nigerian. It's working with all employees and families, beginning before they arrive, to prepare them for the adjustments, arrange housing, schooling, etc. I will work with the remodeling on the 3 camps, assign houses, meet the people when they arrive on the bus from the airport, take them around town, help with culture shock, and then "keep everyone happy" -- which is, of course, impossible and I hope the company knows that.
We (Personnel folks) just worked on a welcome booklet yesterday and I inserted a statement "Your experience will be as positive as you choose to make it. Attitude is everything!" Right now, the whole thing is a logistical nightmare with people fighting over housing, etc. Hence, the need to hire someone. Strangely, my first official day on the job is my first day back in the US --- so, thanks to email I'll be able to do a lot of tasks but obviously not all. And, that's why I'm scrambling now for these last few days we have here, trying to get things in place and some processes begun.
It's a very flexible job, which is wonderful. It's a very huge job, which is not so wonderful. I'm quite excited, though, because it pulls from a lot of my previous experiences in working with people. A particular experience with some power-hungry and dishonest individuals has actually prepared me quite well. I know God is grinning, because He truly does cause alllllll things to work together for good ... (Romans 8:28 and on) The whole thing requires patience, discernment, tactfulness, strength of resolve, and the love of people! It's very collaborative, which I love. And it's making sense out of a mess, which I also love! Of course, there's no formal teaching but there is a lot of influencing and developing of systems and of individuals. OK. You can see that I am excited even in the midst of being overwhelmed.
Jim: needs your prayer. Our bed has been terrible for each of our backs. The toll has been greatest on Jim. He now has seen a few Docs, had a few tests, and has many Dr. visits scheduled for Colorado. He's got a slipped disc and a pinched sciatic (sp?) nerve. He's on 5 different meds and while traveling he will wear a "corset" -- picture muslim with 39 hooks and laces. Just kidding! It's a very modern, black, manly sort of thing! Anyway, he's finally gotten ahead of the pain but a few nights ago he was hurting so much that I had to call the camp Dr. at 3 a.m. God did give him a great sleep the rest of that night and, of course, I didn't sleep much at all. But, all is under control for now. The great thing is that we get to fly business class and, even when his back is great, for a guy Jim's size that's really good news! This means we'll have to hire movers to get our boxes into storage, but that's not all bad.
Schedule: Colorado Aug. 1 through 11 and Alaska Aug. 11 through 24. Then 24 - 26, but really just the 25th, in CO before we head back to NGA. I REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY want to hook up with you. Our home phone still works -- 303 663-8207. To the Denverites, let's get together. It may have to be in "clumps!" of women if that's ok?? I know that Jim plans on getting into the Denver office for a visit. (Between all of those Dr. visits -- not quite the visiting he had hoped for!) In Alaska, it's all family and friends all of the time. Brad and Karissa's wedding is Aug. 19. Oh boy!!! Joey will arrive from Aussieland and Jeri will arrive from Thailand. Can you see my smile from where you are?
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Life of Leisure
Here's one proof of my life of leisure.These hands rarely are in dishwater, never in dirt.
The work we do around here is mental, emotional, and spiritual, to be sure. But NOT physical. We work out at the gym, take short walks (there are only so many places to go on this little camp) and golf. That's about it. So, without my cello I have this opportunity to realllllllllly grow out my nails. Nails that got very strong with all of those years of having to stay short!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Shoes
Shoes are fairly new additions around here. I've heard that they're still rarely used in the villages and 10 years ago children in the cities were seldom seen with shoes.
But they're here, now, everywhere. Sometimes while traveling through town you'll hit the shoe region and suddenly every vendor -- on the streets and in the streets -- is selling shoes. Many are imported and many are made in Nigeria.
The ones made in Nigeria are the ones that interest me. I've got two new pairs of flip-flop style sandals that were both made here. Love 'em. Of course, a girl can never have enough shoes.
But, that's not why I'm telling you about shoes. I brought up the topic because there are cultural lessons relating to our shoe experiences. Sadly, more lessons about lying.
While in Abuja with Jeri, Jerz found a style of sandals she loved and they were being made right there in the market. The size they tried to sell her was too small. (That's another thing about shoes, here. No one seems to mind that their feet hang over the backs an inch or two. Style and price seem to be more important than a good fit.)
For all of their attempts to persuade us, we remained firm -- her heel should rest nicely on the shoe, not dangle over it! So, they said they'd make a pair for her. We explained we were visiting and would need to get them the next day. No problem. They drew her feet outlines on a paper and said that the shoes would be ready by 4 p.m. Our driver even reiterated to them in Hausa or Fulani or something that they'd better have them done on time.
We arrived back at the market at 4:30, giving them a little extra time. After walking through the crowds and wondering if we'd ever find that little shop again, there it was! And the workers recognized us right away, pulled a bag off of a shelf, and proudly handed Jeri her shoes. Problem was, her heels still hung over the back just like they had the day before. "Oh, Auntie, dey will stretch," was the explanation this day, followed by yesterday's same old line, "dees is what lukes good. Yooz no unnerstann. Dees is de way dey be made." Right. You used her pattern to make new shoes, right? Right. And that explains that, strangely, the size scratched into the bottom has new scratch markings. You can still see the old size under the new. We might be blond but we're not stupid! Grrr! Even the driver was offended. He's not stupid and he didn't want to be seen as a co-conspirator. So we left without the shoes. Fortunately, on the way out, we stopped in a shop that sold lots of things -- baskets, purse, and ... shoes. And one pair fit Jeri ... quite well, actually!
Being lied to reallllllllllly bugs me. Which means that I'm daily bugged!
One more shoe anecdote. Last night, Prince came back from a funeral in his village. He wanted us to see the shoes that a friend of his had made for him to give Glory. I was confused. There was a label right in the place there would be a label on manufactured shoes. Something like "FashionWorks" with a subtitle that said "Euro leather" or something close to it. So I told him that the stamp told me it came from a factory. I thought maybe Prince was lying to us and he's learned how much I HATE that! "No, Madame. I tell truth. My friend made dees. He has a stamp. He has lots of different stamps, even. He be a clever man." Hmmm. Clever. To reinforce the notion that his friend is clever, Prince turned the shoes over. On the bottom was a size sticker that said, in addition to a number ... "Italy" Yep. And Prince explained that his friend has other stickers, too. Some say "France," some say "England," some say "U.S.A." Such a smart friend!
I explained that these were all lies. "But Madame, people not buy shoes made in Nigeria. Dey like shoes from Italy." I shook my head once again, told him how disappointed I was in more lies, and told him that I liked shoes from Nigeria ... but only from people who tell the truth!
I think "honesty" must not even be a translatable word!
But they're here, now, everywhere. Sometimes while traveling through town you'll hit the shoe region and suddenly every vendor -- on the streets and in the streets -- is selling shoes. Many are imported and many are made in Nigeria.
The ones made in Nigeria are the ones that interest me. I've got two new pairs of flip-flop style sandals that were both made here. Love 'em. Of course, a girl can never have enough shoes.
But, that's not why I'm telling you about shoes. I brought up the topic because there are cultural lessons relating to our shoe experiences. Sadly, more lessons about lying.
While in Abuja with Jeri, Jerz found a style of sandals she loved and they were being made right there in the market. The size they tried to sell her was too small. (That's another thing about shoes, here. No one seems to mind that their feet hang over the backs an inch or two. Style and price seem to be more important than a good fit.)
For all of their attempts to persuade us, we remained firm -- her heel should rest nicely on the shoe, not dangle over it! So, they said they'd make a pair for her. We explained we were visiting and would need to get them the next day. No problem. They drew her feet outlines on a paper and said that the shoes would be ready by 4 p.m. Our driver even reiterated to them in Hausa or Fulani or something that they'd better have them done on time.
We arrived back at the market at 4:30, giving them a little extra time. After walking through the crowds and wondering if we'd ever find that little shop again, there it was! And the workers recognized us right away, pulled a bag off of a shelf, and proudly handed Jeri her shoes. Problem was, her heels still hung over the back just like they had the day before. "Oh, Auntie, dey will stretch," was the explanation this day, followed by yesterday's same old line, "dees is what lukes good. Yooz no unnerstann. Dees is de way dey be made." Right. You used her pattern to make new shoes, right? Right. And that explains that, strangely, the size scratched into the bottom has new scratch markings. You can still see the old size under the new. We might be blond but we're not stupid! Grrr! Even the driver was offended. He's not stupid and he didn't want to be seen as a co-conspirator. So we left without the shoes. Fortunately, on the way out, we stopped in a shop that sold lots of things -- baskets, purse, and ... shoes. And one pair fit Jeri ... quite well, actually!
Being lied to reallllllllllly bugs me. Which means that I'm daily bugged!
One more shoe anecdote. Last night, Prince came back from a funeral in his village. He wanted us to see the shoes that a friend of his had made for him to give Glory. I was confused. There was a label right in the place there would be a label on manufactured shoes. Something like "FashionWorks" with a subtitle that said "Euro leather" or something close to it. So I told him that the stamp told me it came from a factory. I thought maybe Prince was lying to us and he's learned how much I HATE that! "No, Madame. I tell truth. My friend made dees. He has a stamp. He has lots of different stamps, even. He be a clever man." Hmmm. Clever. To reinforce the notion that his friend is clever, Prince turned the shoes over. On the bottom was a size sticker that said, in addition to a number ... "Italy" Yep. And Prince explained that his friend has other stickers, too. Some say "France," some say "England," some say "U.S.A." Such a smart friend!
I explained that these were all lies. "But Madame, people not buy shoes made in Nigeria. Dey like shoes from Italy." I shook my head once again, told him how disappointed I was in more lies, and told him that I liked shoes from Nigeria ... but only from people who tell the truth!
I think "honesty" must not even be a translatable word!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
A Delay
My calendar countdown was halted. Sooooooooo, here's the latest -- I'm not leaving here tomorrow. The phone line has been down so my ability to blog was gone but I can now spread the word.
Fortunately, before we traveled Jim contacted our tax consultant and we were told that not only Jim, but also I, cannot be in the U.S. more than 32 days/year after he started his job. So, we're changing my tickets. Not sure, yet, when I will travel. It may not be until Jim leaves on the 31st of July. That'll get us in on the 1st of August for a mad rush before we leave for Alaska. I'll keep you "posted." (pun intended!)
The good thing is that it gives me more time to negotiate and begin a new job that was offered here. I'll fill you in on the details when that's settled.
Fortunately, before we traveled Jim contacted our tax consultant and we were told that not only Jim, but also I, cannot be in the U.S. more than 32 days/year after he started his job. So, we're changing my tickets. Not sure, yet, when I will travel. It may not be until Jim leaves on the 31st of July. That'll get us in on the 1st of August for a mad rush before we leave for Alaska. I'll keep you "posted." (pun intended!)
The good thing is that it gives me more time to negotiate and begin a new job that was offered here. I'll fill you in on the details when that's settled.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
A Few Things
The technological limitations around here require that I be in a great frame of mind before sitting down to blog or to read anyone else's blog. And commenting on your blogs has been impossible. So, pardon the delay in new postings -- I just haven't had enough patience and time stored up until now. Let's see, it's only taken me one hour to get this far!!!
PET UPDATES:
Thank you to each of you who offered help during our recent pet crisis. Susie is in a shelter and will soon, hopefully, be adopted into a wonderful home. Thanks to Brigette and Cyndy, Emma is in good hands at our home. She's still needing a loving permanent home. Let me know if you'd like to take her in or know someone who wants a cat with personality. She really is fun! Did I mention that she comes to me when I call her? -- just like a dog!! And if you are holding Sheba food or a can of tuna, she runs to you for sure, even if she doesn't know you!
USA BOUND!!
I will be arriving in Denver on the evening of July 21. Jim will be arriving on the evening of August 1. We have a lot to do on the house to get it ready for renting,. But it can't be alllllllll work and no play -- we decided that I didn't need to stay here until Jim could go -- I'm free to go anytime, duh! So, I'll have more "girlfriend-time" than I originally thought. Email me with times you are free so that I can hook up with my "peeps!" in the greater Denver area! Jeri will join us for the last couple of days in Denver. We're selling her cute little blue Tracker -- anyone interested? If not, we'll put it on EBay.
Then, we're on to Alaska on the 11th of August, Jeri on the 13th. Joey arrives in Alaska on the 12th. Brad's wedding is the 19th. Around the 24th Joey heads back to Australia, Jeri to Thailand, and we return for one or two days to Denver before leaving on August 26 for Nigeria. It will be so great to see family and friends in Alaska. And I'm looking at a picture of Brad holding two beautiful halibut -- can't wait to eat fish and go fishing!!! Can we say "Little Su?"
CHURCH HOME:
We believe we've truly landed on a church home. The irony is that it was the first place Jim wanted to visit, even before I got here in February. But the guy he worked with who told him about it never responded to his requests for more info about it ... until recently. So, we've been there the past two weeks and we love it!! It's under a huge, I mean huge, yellow and white striped tent -- open air type. The sound systems works amazingly well and the fans help circulate the hot air. Anyway the important things are:
the worship is fantastic (most of the singing is done while kneeling, a terrific way to begin the service -- such a reminder of surrender and preparing our hearts; individuals alternate singing with the music or just privately praying; at some point I'm ready to stand but I wait until the masses are standing which happens near the end of the worship time);
the preaching is unlike anything we've heard here (it's actually "teaching," people bring notebooks and use them; it's not the "you should" stuff nor is it the "give to God and God will give to you" pep rallies we've seen too often);
the people don't grab us and introduce us to the pastors because they need our money (we're always the only white people in any church we've been in since the first one where we saw one guy once; maybe the ohibos don't go to church because they're so sick of everyone "honoring" them so that they'll give money!!)
they have a balanced approach to money, are very generous in their giving to other churches and missions, don't send out letters begging non-members to give to their fundraisers, etc. (the money-stuff is really bad in most churches -- four offerings, multi-millionaire pastors, etc. It's that whole "appeasing the gods" thing I've blogged about before -- a mix of animism and western "health/wealth" doctrine)
Anyway, we have great hope that this is a place we can really get plugged into (when we return). It's called The Carpenter's Church. We are so thankful!!
CAMP LIFE:
The mass exodus has begun as schools are ending and families are leaving until the end of August. Usually, the men leave for a couple of weeks and then come back to work. We have new families who will be arriving in the next two months -- unfortunately, they'll be coming to a ghost town with few people to help them adjust to life here. I'm recruiting a couple of new-arrivers to take on the welcome role while the rest of us are gone.
Lucy's well. Her two youngest brothers have been in the hospital with different problems. Due to poor medical treatment, small things turn into big things pretty quickly. Her father is expecting her to pay all of the medical bills because he hasn't been paid (government job) in 3
months and Lucy's the only one in the family with income. We gifted her some of the total and loaned her some of it but we don't want her to have to pay it all; it seems to us that her father should take on the responsibility of getting a loan from someone for the rest of it. Most people don't use banks -- they borrow from friends or they form little savings groups with people they trust -- each person pays the same amount into the pot each month (like N10,000) and one person gets the pot for that month (so, for a group of six friends that's N60,000 to one person each month). Instant gratification for the first one, slow rewards without interest for the last one to get their turn. (Prince is in something like this, was the one to set it up, so had to be the last one to get the money. But, finally, he got his N120,000 and could finish paying for Glory's head -- which, translated, means "paying her bride price".)
No pictures this time around -- I don't have the extra three hours it would take. 'will try again, soon!!
PET UPDATES:
Thank you to each of you who offered help during our recent pet crisis. Susie is in a shelter and will soon, hopefully, be adopted into a wonderful home. Thanks to Brigette and Cyndy, Emma is in good hands at our home. She's still needing a loving permanent home. Let me know if you'd like to take her in or know someone who wants a cat with personality. She really is fun! Did I mention that she comes to me when I call her? -- just like a dog!! And if you are holding Sheba food or a can of tuna, she runs to you for sure, even if she doesn't know you!
USA BOUND!!
I will be arriving in Denver on the evening of July 21. Jim will be arriving on the evening of August 1. We have a lot to do on the house to get it ready for renting,. But it can't be alllllllll work and no play -- we decided that I didn't need to stay here until Jim could go -- I'm free to go anytime, duh! So, I'll have more "girlfriend-time" than I originally thought. Email me with times you are free so that I can hook up with my "peeps!" in the greater Denver area! Jeri will join us for the last couple of days in Denver. We're selling her cute little blue Tracker -- anyone interested? If not, we'll put it on EBay.
Then, we're on to Alaska on the 11th of August, Jeri on the 13th. Joey arrives in Alaska on the 12th. Brad's wedding is the 19th. Around the 24th Joey heads back to Australia, Jeri to Thailand, and we return for one or two days to Denver before leaving on August 26 for Nigeria. It will be so great to see family and friends in Alaska. And I'm looking at a picture of Brad holding two beautiful halibut -- can't wait to eat fish and go fishing!!! Can we say "Little Su?"
CHURCH HOME:
We believe we've truly landed on a church home. The irony is that it was the first place Jim wanted to visit, even before I got here in February. But the guy he worked with who told him about it never responded to his requests for more info about it ... until recently. So, we've been there the past two weeks and we love it!! It's under a huge, I mean huge, yellow and white striped tent -- open air type. The sound systems works amazingly well and the fans help circulate the hot air. Anyway the important things are:
the worship is fantastic (most of the singing is done while kneeling, a terrific way to begin the service -- such a reminder of surrender and preparing our hearts; individuals alternate singing with the music or just privately praying; at some point I'm ready to stand but I wait until the masses are standing which happens near the end of the worship time);
the preaching is unlike anything we've heard here (it's actually "teaching," people bring notebooks and use them; it's not the "you should" stuff nor is it the "give to God and God will give to you" pep rallies we've seen too often);
the people don't grab us and introduce us to the pastors because they need our money (we're always the only white people in any church we've been in since the first one where we saw one guy once; maybe the ohibos don't go to church because they're so sick of everyone "honoring" them so that they'll give money!!)
they have a balanced approach to money, are very generous in their giving to other churches and missions, don't send out letters begging non-members to give to their fundraisers, etc. (the money-stuff is really bad in most churches -- four offerings, multi-millionaire pastors, etc. It's that whole "appeasing the gods" thing I've blogged about before -- a mix of animism and western "health/wealth" doctrine)
Anyway, we have great hope that this is a place we can really get plugged into (when we return). It's called The Carpenter's Church. We are so thankful!!
CAMP LIFE:
The mass exodus has begun as schools are ending and families are leaving until the end of August. Usually, the men leave for a couple of weeks and then come back to work. We have new families who will be arriving in the next two months -- unfortunately, they'll be coming to a ghost town with few people to help them adjust to life here. I'm recruiting a couple of new-arrivers to take on the welcome role while the rest of us are gone.
Lucy's well. Her two youngest brothers have been in the hospital with different problems. Due to poor medical treatment, small things turn into big things pretty quickly. Her father is expecting her to pay all of the medical bills because he hasn't been paid (government job) in 3
months and Lucy's the only one in the family with income. We gifted her some of the total and loaned her some of it but we don't want her to have to pay it all; it seems to us that her father should take on the responsibility of getting a loan from someone for the rest of it. Most people don't use banks -- they borrow from friends or they form little savings groups with people they trust -- each person pays the same amount into the pot each month (like N10,000) and one person gets the pot for that month (so, for a group of six friends that's N60,000 to one person each month). Instant gratification for the first one, slow rewards without interest for the last one to get their turn. (Prince is in something like this, was the one to set it up, so had to be the last one to get the money. But, finally, he got his N120,000 and could finish paying for Glory's head -- which, translated, means "paying her bride price".)
No pictures this time around -- I don't have the extra three hours it would take. 'will try again, soon!!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Friday was ...
... the day Jeri left. She's been flying for a day, now, and will be arriving in Thailand in about 3 1/2 hours. It's quite weird having her gone. Everywhere I go, now, I remember being there with Jeri. I was telling a few of the gals about it and one gal suggested that I find a new place to hang out 'cuz it won't have memories associated with Jeri's visit. Great idea. 'just don't know of any new options.
Jeri really loved a lot about Nigeria. She validated a lot of my feelings that I try to not acknowledge very often -- I think she can truly "feel my pain" about feeling imprisoned on the camp, feeling frustrated with the delays in work, feeling overwhelmed by the trash on the roads, feeling limited in our "fun" options.
But we enjoyed visiting my favorite (and the only) coffee shop/sandwich place. 'went there three times! And we found a new place that actually makes gelato -- GOOD gelato! We went there three times, too! This place is supposed to be a coffee shop, too, but the machine broke right when they opened and no one seems to be able to fix it so they've got to send out to Europe for parts. Oh well, I don't even like coffee!!!
All-in-all, it was FANTASTIC having Jeri here. The residents and workers welcomed her with open arms. She was given farewell gifts and enjoyed a final dinner with a bunch of Spanish-speaking folks. Our friends had planned their vacation in order to get back before Jeri left so that they could fix a real Italian dinner for her. Yes, they are from Venezuela but he's originally from Italy and ... wow ... what a great cook!!! Around the table, though most spoke Spanish, the countries that were represented included Italy, Venezuela, France, Greece, Malasia, Chile, and the U.S. Ahhhh, the international flavor is fantastic!
After Jeri got on the bus for the airport around 7 a.m., I was swamped with work alllllllll day and into the night. Meeting with women who needed to be confronted on their gossiping, meeting with women who were angry with other women, planning parties, meeting new arrivers who didn't even want to unpack their suitcases because they were so disgusted with conditions here, planning for more arrivers, arranging for work to be done around the camp, ... being busy was great, really, because Jim left with Jeri -- for meetings in Lagos. We arranged for her to fly in and out of Lagos. If any of you ever visit -- that's the best airport with the fewest customs corruption. And, we welcome visitors. I just have to realize that it will always seem more empty around here when someone leaves. I miss you, Jerz!
Jeri really loved a lot about Nigeria. She validated a lot of my feelings that I try to not acknowledge very often -- I think she can truly "feel my pain" about feeling imprisoned on the camp, feeling frustrated with the delays in work, feeling overwhelmed by the trash on the roads, feeling limited in our "fun" options.
But we enjoyed visiting my favorite (and the only) coffee shop/sandwich place. 'went there three times! And we found a new place that actually makes gelato -- GOOD gelato! We went there three times, too! This place is supposed to be a coffee shop, too, but the machine broke right when they opened and no one seems to be able to fix it so they've got to send out to Europe for parts. Oh well, I don't even like coffee!!!
All-in-all, it was FANTASTIC having Jeri here. The residents and workers welcomed her with open arms. She was given farewell gifts and enjoyed a final dinner with a bunch of Spanish-speaking folks. Our friends had planned their vacation in order to get back before Jeri left so that they could fix a real Italian dinner for her. Yes, they are from Venezuela but he's originally from Italy and ... wow ... what a great cook!!! Around the table, though most spoke Spanish, the countries that were represented included Italy, Venezuela, France, Greece, Malasia, Chile, and the U.S. Ahhhh, the international flavor is fantastic!
After Jeri got on the bus for the airport around 7 a.m., I was swamped with work alllllllll day and into the night. Meeting with women who needed to be confronted on their gossiping, meeting with women who were angry with other women, planning parties, meeting new arrivers who didn't even want to unpack their suitcases because they were so disgusted with conditions here, planning for more arrivers, arranging for work to be done around the camp, ... being busy was great, really, because Jim left with Jeri -- for meetings in Lagos. We arranged for her to fly in and out of Lagos. If any of you ever visit -- that's the best airport with the fewest customs corruption. And, we welcome visitors. I just have to realize that it will always seem more empty around here when someone leaves. I miss you, Jerz!
Village Visit
Children in the village. They gathered quickly when the saw ohibos arrive!!They LOVE posing for "snaps!"
I'd never seen pineapple growing -- beautiful!
When walking through the bush, my sandaled foot was stepping on sticks. One of the guards noticed a "stick" move and got me out of the way enough to beat the thing with his gun (he wanted to save his bullets!) He said that I wouldn't have died from a bite if I made it to the hospital. But, he assured us that the pain would have been great and the breathing difficult as the poison moved through my body. We agreed that a "Thank you, Lord!" was highly appropriate!!
Market vendors.
Plantains ready to be loaded on the bus to be sold in the cities.More market women. So friendly and welcoming to ohibos!
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