KAABONG

     It was what we had really come to Africa for. . .to be with Terrill and Amber in their environs and see the people and the problems they face.  Each morning  Terrill had hot water in the thermos by the time we got up, so we made our coffee and had our quiet time.  I went to “the rock” –a high rock in the back of the compound.  It took some maneuvering for me to get my coffee up to the top of the rock.  Arlin usually sat in the screened off porch in the back where he read.  I was able to watch the herdsmen (really herds’boys’) take their flocks out to pasture from the rock.  The last Sunday morning at Kaabong, I counted fifty herds coming over the hill-most of them coming right by the compound .  The shepherd boys liked to show off when I was watching–or try to greet me in English.  Arlin later joined me on top of the rock for our prayer time. The temperature was perfect– with a stiff breeze blowing.  There was the clinking of cattle bells, padding of hooves, the talk and laughter of the shepherd boys, and the whack of their sticks on the backs of cattle or donkeys to keep them moving.  such and idyllic patoral setting.  i could’ve sat there for hours if the stone seat had been softer!  

Terrill made the breakfasts and they were very very good.  We had millet mush (drinkable) two or three mornings, pancakes, eggs with a unique oatmeal (gotta get the recipe) and I forgot the other meals but they were splendid.  For three lunches we had beans and ugali or “autop”  and another meal we had chapatis.  The evening meals were usually around seven o’clock and Amber went all out with delicious meals.  We loved the fresh lettuce from their garden, and had delectable salads. 

evening salad

our beans a cookina herd viewed from

Terrill worked on the language and managed the workers. 

the computer a vital toolIt

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amber held clinic till about 1′oclock each day. 

 

 

 

 

 

sick boy

 

 

 

 

There is a problem of jiggers.  Amber said this little boy is the “jigger doctor”–needing only a safety pin to get his work done.

 

 

 

 

 

 

     Arlin and I walked to town one day and we got some tea “chai” and chapatis. I never tired of that.. .chapatis that were nearly dripping with grease. . .

greasy chapati

Arlin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Actually I am quite pleased that I put such an ugly picture of myself on this blog.  I look like a wild woman, having walked to town in WINDY weather!!  well, it is always windy except before a rain.  Arlin was adamant about wearing his hat!!  it looks like it paid off:-)  He chose samosas for his lunch.

This is Kaabong. . .

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