Friday, December 28, 2012

A Little Jetlag...


A 2 hour flight, a 12 hour layover, a 15 hour flight, a 3 hour layover, a 2.5 hour flight and a quick check through customs and I see Nunu’s face peering at me though the airport window. That is the short version of my trip.

One child accompanies Nunu at the airport, or so I think. I glance down the road and see that a handful of children are walking back to the Center (it might be a 10 minute walk). A few minutes later Pedro pulls up with a taxi driver and we load my bags in.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye; well that is how it feels now. My trip home was great. I got to share with new people about our ministry and catch up with others that are already involved. I got to meet my new nephew; David and I got to fill both my heart and my stomach (never a bad idea to be in the States for Thanksgiving!)

A few things became clear to me in my time home. One being that 2 months away from Nunu, was way to long. Another thing would be that 2 months isn’t enough time to build our support team. Friends were so generous to give me new contacts and I didn’t have the time to follow up with them.

I guess there is more to say but that is the short version and I’d rather tell you about being back in Moz.

This is my first time coming to Moz in December. I knew it would be hot, but after spending 2.5 hours shivering on an airplane my body isn’t sure how to react to the drastic change. It’s like my body was in culture shock… literally one minute I’m so cold my arms are inside of the hoodie I’m wearing and the next I have beads of sweat forming on my forehead with the hoodie wrapped around my waist.

All I can do is talk about how hot it is. What gets me through is the thought of sitting in front of our fan with a cool wash cloth. We get to the house and THE POWER IS OUT! What?

I can’t even wrap my brain around that because I think my brain might be sweating too.

About 2 hours of just laying in bed with a wet rag… the power comes on.

The kids are so great. I can tell they want to just stare at me or show me something but they give me space and it is SO appreciated. Sure I give out some hugs but I’m so exhausted and did I mention… I’m hot!

Nunu and I sleep inside of a bug hut, it’s a tent but with no solid panels… the point is just to keep bugs out. And whatever other creatures lurk in the night. It’s so hot Nunu convinces me to sleep with the tent open… it sound crazy but the bug hut gets hot and it big time dulls the power of the fan. So the compromise is to sleep with the light on. More than I hate the things that go bump in the night, I hate not seeing them even more! If something is in my room, I have no desire to step on it or walk into it… if I can see it I know which direction to run in avoidance =)

My guess is it’s needless to say but I don’t get the best nights sleep. I skip church on Sunday so I can unpack… for about 2 hours I unpack and organize. But then I lay down and the heat carries me into the most beautiful deep sleep ever. I wake a few hours later my hands and feet are all swollen.

It’s funny because I have this problem in the States. It’s cold out, I come in and warm up and my hands or feet swell. Or the other way around, it’s summer and I leave the nice A/C for some time out doors and my hand start itching and then they swell. But it’s never happened here in Moz… until that day.

Julie isn’t here and her room has A/C, so I decide to see if she has left a key. I find one and can’t turn the air on fast enough. Nunu drags an extra mattress into the kitchen (which is connected to Julie’s room) and we lay on the floor watching movies. Eventually the itching stops and my hands and feet return to normal.

Monday we meet with the builder to talk about things. He says he will have the building done on December 28 (10 days)… right. That is a whole different blog.

I write Julie to see if we can use their room and A/C till our room is complete… with A/C! And so I write you this blog from the comfort of an air conditioned room… yay! But the funny thing is that their toilet doesn’t work, so we still have to use our bathroom.

So each night at some ridiculous hour I find myself making the walk outside over to our other room. One good thing did come out of that though.

One morning on my way to the bathroom, I came across Nelson. He was getting ready to leave to go visit family (buses here leave really early in the morning here). I felt like I hadn’t even gotten a chance to say hi to Nelson, so I told him I would miss him and gave him a hug. As I leaned in to hug him, he put his head to the side, but not before I saw the corner of his lips turn to a smile. Again I’m in awe of the smile that such a simple gesture puts on a child’s face and as always… the smile melts my heart just a little and brings me much welcomed chills.

My jetlag has been so intense. Worse than I ever remember and I think in part to the fact that the temperature change was so great. They (whoever they are) say that it takes about 10 days for your body to fully adjust. Well on day 5 when I woke up at MIDNIGHT… I was feeling hopeless! But it’s now day 11 and I’m feeling much better.

But the strange thing is that I’ve always a night owl, through and though. Or so I thought… I’ve been going to bed around 9 and waking up at like 5. And around 5:30 I’m out of bed and so productive… it’s ridiculous! Then I got to thinking and in the States my best time is like 10 pm to 2 am… well guess what time 10 pm is here? Yep… 5am.

I’m torn if I want to keep this sleeping arrangement, but for now I like it… I mean with the exception of losing all conscious or productive thoughts at 7 pm and the fight to keep my eyes open at 8pm… I’m okay with being up early.

It’s good to be back, while the heat is a lot for this lady to handle… like all things here in Moz… it’s by the Grace of God that I make it through. He delivers a cool breeze, the shade of a tree, smiles that bring chills to my body and of course the wonders of air conditioning.

Prayer Requests:
- Before leaving the States, I purchased Rosetta Stone (RS). While I’ve used other things to learn bits of the language, my goal with RS is to be able to have conversations. Prayers for discipline and absorption.
- We are getting ready to enroll the children into school. Prayers that we are able to get them into the desired schools (as spaces can fill up) and that they are excited to go back. As they are all enjoy their time off of school.
- General health and safety. Everything from when we drive to Malaria.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Kill the BEAST!


“Do you have a flashlight?” Many nights that is the question. The answer is always yes, but my response is “What do you want it for?” Some of the kids ask me so often, I think they are just playing out in the yard, so now I ask and lend the flashlight when it seems necessary.

Tonight’s response was one I’ve never gotten before… “There is a snake in our room, we can’t find it.” This is cause for borrowing a flashlight.

Nunu heads out of our room (we are staying in the main Missionary house and short-term friends are in our normal room) to find out what’s going on. He doesn’t make it very far before we realize it’s in the room next door to ours.

I make it to the door as a dresser is pulled out the door. A few kids are going inch by inch through their room looking for a snake. Yowers! Mattresses, clothes, and dressers… everything gets pulled out and someone carefully opens each drawer and pulls everything out.


Like many things in Moz, a crowd is drawn. It’s pretty entertaining, but I’m also worried. But no I’m not helping. This is Nunu’s department! I stand in our doorway and I let Nunu go see what is happening. I’ve never seen a snake in Moz and I’ve been okay with that.


The search goes on and on and I’m thinking, “How hard is it to find a snake?!” I venture out and sit on the porch across the way so I have a better view. I take pictures of some of the kids… there is so much excitement in the air, you would think we were hosting a block party.

Could Juma be having any more fun?!

Yep... that's my husband looking for the snake!

Pedro asks me for matches. Once again… I’m like why? To make a torch to smoke the snake out. That sounds like a good idea… but I don’t know I’ve never tried finding a snake!

Njuale and another child are in the room and the door is completely crowded with kids. THEN just like that it happens. The children explode from the door like a firework. They all run in different directions. It didn’t take much to know they found the snake.

One second...

and the next... I love Juma's (in red) face!

I still avoid, Nunu jumps in to capture pictures. The kids gather back around the door and I see them wacking it with some bamboo posts.

Nunu shows me this picture…


What? THAT is the snake? THAT snake caused all of this? That looks like the largest worm I’ve ever seen!

The children gather around Njuale who has the stunned snake hanging on a long stick. I go to check it out and before I know it I’m in a scene from Beauty and the Beast. You know toward the end of the movie when they rile up all the towns people to go “Kill the Beast!” Yep that is what it’s like.

Kids are carrying bamboo and sticks like weapons. Pedro still has his torch. “Kill the beast! AH Kill the beast!” The words play over in my head. In a big group all 20 of them march over to our burn pile, so they can burn the snake.



I found out later that they burn them because they think other snakes will come if they smell a snake.

It’s so funny because I don’t exactly like snakes, but I look back at my first Mozambican snake experience with a smile. I love who these kids are. I loved watching them meticulously take apart their room. I love how determined they were. I love that the hunt to find a snake had the same joy as a block party. I love that some of the kids expressions are permanently etched in my mind from that night.

I love that I love something that is so unexpected.