This past week was spent by my team at Moi Ndabi, a village in African bush land. Some may think going in the mission field you might not always get enought to eat… This is not always the case. Numerous times this week my team and I ended up having more than the typical 3 meals a day and many cups of chai tea! The people here in this village were so kind and thankful to us outsiders as predomintly white american missionarys. Dinner Friday night was sheep. A man meet earlier this week by some of us during ministry felt led to donate us a whole live sheep from his herd. Another person from this area, gave us a chicken to take home.
One of my most memorable moments from this week is when the masaai woman who I had taken a intrest in watching as she made woven braclets gave me one that she had already compleated. Jecintah soon became my teacher in making masaai braclets along with the help of her granddaughters. Our last night there in this area I had yet to learn how to connect pieces of braclet and add on extra string, so even though it was getting stormy I went with our contact (Momma Margret) to Jecintah's house so we could finish our lessons. We reached her hut as it started to rain and ended up having braclet making lessons in a mud hut with a plastic roof during a thunderstorm. She told me that she typically sells these braclets to make money so that she can afford for her grandchildren can come and visit. Yet so freely this woman, gave her hard work to me and even mentioned to her granddaughters helping me that they could be like me one day after they finish thier education. I will never forget the thunderstorm I spent in a mud hut in Africa as the only muzungu (white person) in the house.
