(Amanda and Hope)D and I left to the xrphanage with a small bag and returned with a child. Heruna is such a sweet little boy my parents have taken care of since his birth. His twin brother died and Heruna was very sick. He is over a year old and much stronger. It is so fun having him around the house. One child in a house is not as overwhelming as 200. The first day Heruna was here we ran out of diapers. We tried using cloth, but after a short time we decided to send Dad to town again to search the market. Everyone at home decided we should pray without ceasing until we had the diapers. Thankfully God provided and we now have a huge supply. In D’s first blog of the orphanage she described very well the way of life at the orphanage. Right before we were going to bed we were walking around in the dark greeting the Aunties. I was thinking that I was finally in Africa away from the village, off some dirt trail, with nothing but the sky full of stars. As we headed off to bed the boys started chasing something through the dirt and I soon found out there were many scorpions. That was the end of my peaceful night of sleep. I was happy to find out that our only ride out was bright and early in the morning. I would have liked to bring more children home, but Heruna alone is a handful.
D and I have made a calendar to schedule things throughout each week. She has taken me to the gravel pit, where we were stocked by some guy that was determined D was his wife. My dad had to go back with us and tell the guy he was not in love with D and that he needed to go home. It was rather intense and hard to convince this determined love struck Nigerian, but thankfully he finally left. We have also gone early in the morning to play soccer. It is much more difficult to play in a skirt. D has many friends here so we have taken some afternoon’s to take them out to lunch. We ride a motorcycle to a place where we have some rice and a cold drink. On our way home the other day the street was closed because of the Muslim’s prayer. Our driver started down some trail weaving in and out of ditches and in between little wood houses. I thought the trail was bad and was sure it wouldn’t get worse until is crossed in front of several hundred Muslims in prayer. I tell D all the time that if we make it back to the United States alive it will be a miracle.
(Danette: The Beautiful little girl is Ebay. I would take her home if I could.)
Our other project we finished was painting our neighbors house. It was like painting in a boiling room, but worth every moment of it to see the smile on the families face. I think I shocked Martha when she came in to open a window and I had pulled my long skirt up and turned it into a bathing suit. The ladies will walk around without a shirt on, but to show your thigh is like having nothing on. When Martha turned around and saw my outfit she let out a scream (almost as loud as the one I let out when I moved the bags under the bed and a big lizard ran out) and shut the window.
(Martha in her freshly painted house with Asha, Ebay and Heruna)
No matter what we are doing it seems D and I continue to laugh. Even at night when we are trying to sleep we will end up awake and laughing. Usually it is a situation so out of the ordinary all we can do is laugh. The other night I kept hearing something and she was sure it was me moving around. I kept telling her I was laying still. After about the third time I flashed my light on and caught a rodent in one of our bags. Each night we examine new bites and keep a collection of the insects for evidence in case we need to take them with us to the doctor. There are many things that could never be understood unless you came here to Nigeria.
D and I have had a good time, we have lots of fun memories, but we have realized how grateful we are for our lives back in America.
D and I have made a calendar to schedule things throughout each week. She has taken me to the gravel pit, where we were stocked by some guy that was determined D was his wife. My dad had to go back with us and tell the guy he was not in love with D and that he needed to go home. It was rather intense and hard to convince this determined love struck Nigerian, but thankfully he finally left. We have also gone early in the morning to play soccer. It is much more difficult to play in a skirt. D has many friends here so we have taken some afternoon’s to take them out to lunch. We ride a motorcycle to a place where we have some rice and a cold drink. On our way home the other day the street was closed because of the Muslim’s prayer. Our driver started down some trail weaving in and out of ditches and in between little wood houses. I thought the trail was bad and was sure it wouldn’t get worse until is crossed in front of several hundred Muslims in prayer. I tell D all the time that if we make it back to the United States alive it will be a miracle.
(Danette: The Beautiful little girl is Ebay. I would take her home if I could.)
Our other project we finished was painting our neighbors house. It was like painting in a boiling room, but worth every moment of it to see the smile on the families face. I think I shocked Martha when she came in to open a window and I had pulled my long skirt up and turned it into a bathing suit. The ladies will walk around without a shirt on, but to show your thigh is like having nothing on. When Martha turned around and saw my outfit she let out a scream (almost as loud as the one I let out when I moved the bags under the bed and a big lizard ran out) and shut the window.
(Martha in her freshly painted house with Asha, Ebay and Heruna)No matter what we are doing it seems D and I continue to laugh. Even at night when we are trying to sleep we will end up awake and laughing. Usually it is a situation so out of the ordinary all we can do is laugh. The other night I kept hearing something and she was sure it was me moving around. I kept telling her I was laying still. After about the third time I flashed my light on and caught a rodent in one of our bags. Each night we examine new bites and keep a collection of the insects for evidence in case we need to take them with us to the doctor. There are many things that could never be understood unless you came here to Nigeria.
D and I have had a good time, we have lots of fun memories, but we have realized how grateful we are for our lives back in America.
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Hey I herd you were in Boise. Is this true? If so, then give me a call on My cell or email me. We could meet up down there sometime. Me and Lexie got a Subaru Impreza that gets 32mpgs so we can go about anywhere we want now! So ya, lets set something up soon. We could go get some rice and ice water! ;)
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