Monday, September 3, 2012

Happy Labor Day!

Any excuse to celebrate something American is good enough for me! We made pumpkin pie with some of the pumpkin that my mother Regina Nakwam gave us, used cabbage and potatoes from the market to make coleslaw and potato salad, and pulled hot dogs from Nairobi out of the freezer. WIN!


I took some of the pumpkin pie to Regina so she could try some. Natabo loved it and started to cry when there wasn't anymore. A girl after my own heart...



She started fussing when there was only crust left.

This is my brother, Lokuru, who was in a grumpy mood, probably because the pie had run out.

This is Regina's house (left) and cooking area (right). And yes, that's a cow inside of her house. Regina has a big garden across the river, works in her husband's garden that is next to our compound, and also has pumpkins growing around her house.

Lots of pumpkins behind her house!

The last volunteer team passed out bandanas as part of the field day activities so my friend's little girl, Lomayen, had strips of bandana sewed onto her skirt. So cute!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

I Love Pumpkin

One of the benefits of having Toposa mothers/friends is that sometimes we are given stuff from their gardens. Pumpkins are now "in season" and so I am loving it! We've already cooked two and still have another one and a half left to go! A little glimpse of the process:

Regina's garden is really close to our compound so it's easy to walk to.

Pumpkins here are usually green and white on the outside, not orange.

Notice how tall the sorghum stalks are. I get seriously nervous whenever I can't see Regina because I'm afraid I won't be able to find my way out! 


It's a LOT of pumpkin so I can only fit half of it at one time into our biggest pot. 

Depending on the pumpkin, it takes 1-2 hours on the charcoal cooker for it to soften.

 

This is only half of the pumpkin, all mashed up with a fork. After it's cooled then we freeze it. I'm pretty sure most of our freezer space will be filled with pumpkin, which is fine by me!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Toposa Earrings

Toposa ladies can get really into their jewelry. The more beads they're wearing, the better. I have one billion several bracelets, necklaces, rings, and even this sweet belt that my Toposa mother made for me. While she was making it she told me "I am making it very big because you are fat." Rude.

Anyways, the one thing that I haven't been able to wear are the Toposa nachulo ka akit, or earrings. I had tried in December and in May to wear them but my left ear kept getting infected. Third time's the charm?

My friend Regina made the earrings for me so she and her son Lochek came to put them in.

The Toposa pierce their ears with thorns so the holes tend to be a lot bigger than those of us who just have the posts. The first time Regina tried to thread the string in my ear she said "Oooh ndoshi!" Or "Oooh it's small!" We had to burn the end of the string to poke it through the hole in my ear.



I would like to say I'm not usually this sunburned and sweaty looking...but I am. I've stopped caring. I live in South Sudan, people.

Then finally once the earrings are threaded through you tie the knot and burn the ends of the string so they don't come untied. The only way to remove the earrings is to cut them out...which I did exactly three days later when my ear was infected again. Sigh. I think I'm giving up on this one.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Toposa Olympics

While the rest of the world is obsessing over the Olympics, those of us in Toposaland who are missing out on watching any of them are creating our own Toposa-style sporting events!

We have a volunteer team here this week and their target group is the "punks" which I have mentioned previously. The team is spending two days each in three different places and their strategy is alternating telling stories from God's Word and teaching the Toposa how to play American games. As a general rule, the Toposa are extremely unorganized and very rowdy, which makes them perfect candidates for field day activities. None of them have ever done anything like this, so it was lots of fun for those participating and for those of us who were watching!

3-Legged Race
The lady on the right is Regina, my Toposa mother.



Wheelbarrow Racing

Tug of War


Sack Races


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

One of "Those" Moments

I had one of those "wow, I really do live in South Sudan" moments yesterday. I have them regularly because crazy stuff happens what seems like all the time, but I think maybe I'm starting to expect crazy. What fun would it be if my day actually went like I had planned?

The moment yesterday wasn't actually very high on the crazy scale compared to most things. There was a meeting that all the school children in the area needed to attend so Alyssa and I picked up the ones from the school near us and drove them to Naskal. So there we were, driving through the bush (literally, through bushes) with a truckbed full of Toposa boys chattering away and laughing when we hit an extra big bump.

Most of these boys are regulars at our story groups near the school, and many of them are now followers of Jesus. At least once a week one of them will ask to come with us to kilipai, which is the word they use for telling stories from God's Word. I really enjoy them and even though taking them to Naskal was a simple, non-crazy thing, it made me really appreciate the experiences that I get to have while living here.





He wasn't one of the boys that went with us but he was so darn cute and very proud to have his picture taken.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Old Man and His Sons


For those of you who have wanted to know about the AIDS stories that Alyssa and I do...here is an example of one of the stories:

There once was an old man with four sons. One day, he called his sons together to speak to them.

“My sons,” he said, “I have traveled to many places and seen many things. I want to tell you about what I saw. As I traveled, I saw many strange and wonderful things, my sons! But I also saw something terrible that brought fear and sadness to my heart. I saw many people suffering from a deadly sickness called HIV/AIDS. The people with this sickness become weak and cannot work. There is no cure for HIV/AIDS, so people with HIV/AIDS suffer greatly and then die. Whole families and clans, even whole nations, are in distress because of this sickness. In many places, people are dying from HIV/AIDS and leaving their children with no father or mother. The strong, young people become sick and cannot work. Those who work in the gardens die, so there is not enough food. Soldiers become sick and die, so that they cannot protect their countries. Satan spreads many lies about HIV/AIDS, so that people will not know how to protect themselves. He even convinces some people that HIV/AIDS does not exist. But you, my sons—I want you to know the truth, so that you will not suffer and die like the people I saw. 

"When a person has HIV/AIDS inside of his body, that person can pass the HIV/AIDS to someone else in three ways: First, if the blood of the person with HIV/AIDS touches your blood, the HIV/AIDS can get into your blood as well. Second, if you sleep with someone who has HIV/AIDS, you can get the HIV/AIDS from them. Lastly, a baby can get HIV/AIDS from its mother, while it is inside her womb, during birth, or during breastfeeding. 

"Here is what you must do, my sons, to protect yourselves from this very bad sickness: Don’t let your blood touch the blood of another person. So you should stay away from knives, razors, or needles that have been used by someone else. Never share a bed with any person who is not your wife. Even if a person looks healthy and beautiful, they can still have HIV/AIDS and pass it on to you. If you get HIV/AIDS and then you sleep with your wife, she may get it from you. After that if she gives birth to a child, the child may get HIV/AIDS from her body. Then because of your foolishness, you will die, and so will your wife and child. Know that you cannot catch HIV/AIDS from mosquitoes, like malaria, and you cannot catch it from someone by greeting them or eating with them or swimming with them. It is not spread by coughing or sneezing, or by urinating. You do not need to fear people who are suffering from this sickness. You must only be careful around blood, and you must only sleep with your wife, and she must only sleep with you. Listen to me, my sons, for I know many things. Listen to my words, so you will not die.”

After he finished saying this, the sons left their father and each went his own way.


The first son met a beautiful girl that he liked very much. He said to himself, “This girl looks beautiful and healthy. Surely she cannot have the sickness my father warned me about.” And so he arranged to meet her late one night, and he slept with her. But he did not know that before that night, she had also slept with another young man. That young man had HIV/AIDS, and he had given HIV/AIDS to her. She did not even know the she had HIV/AIDS. Later, the oldest son became sick. Word was sent to his father, “Old man, your oldest son is sick with the sickness that has no cure.” The old man cried out, “My son, my son, did I not warn you? But you did not listen, and now you will die!”

The second son grew tall and strong, and he married a good girl who made him very happy. One day, after he was married, he went on the road to a far village to sell his cows. While he was on the road, he met a woman who seemed very healthy. He said to himself, “I am far from home, and no one here will know what I have done. It will be a long time before I go back home to my wife, and I don’t think I can wait that long to stay with a woman. This woman looks beautiful and healthy. Surely she cannot have the sickness my father spoke of.” And so he slept with her. He did not know that the woman had HIV/AIDS. 
When he returned home, he again slept with his wife. Both he and his wife became sick. Then they had a child, and the child became sick also. Word was sent to the father, “Old man, your second son is sick with the sickness that has no cure. And now his wife and child are sick with it as well.” The old man cried out, “My son, my son, did I not warn you? But you did not listen, and now you will die—you and your wife and your child.”

The third son was a good young man. He listened to his father’s words and never shared a bed with his girlfriend. One day, while he was off at cattle camp, he and his friends deciding to do some fresh scarring. The first young man took a razor blade and carved a bull on his arm.  Then, he passed the razor blade onto the young man beside him.  Each man took the razor blade, one after the other, and finally it came to the third son. He and his friends did not know that the first man with the razor blade had HIV/AIDS. A little bit of that man’s blood got into the blood of the third son from the razor blade and the blood of every other man at the cattle camp. When all of the young men returned home from cattle camp, they all became very sick, including the third son.  Word was sent to his father, “Old man, your third son is sick with the sickness that has no cure.” The old man cried out, “My son, my son, did I not warn you? You were a good young man, but you were infected by the blood of another. You were not careful, and now you will die.”

The fourth son kept his father’s words in his heart. He never slept with a girl, and after he was married, he slept with his wife only, even when he was away from home. He was very careful around knives and razorblades and anything else that might have blood on it. He grew strong and healthy, and his father was very proud of him. He helped care for his brothers as they suffered from HIV/AIDS, and because of this, he was blessed. He had many children, and he taught them to help care for their sick uncles. When all the other brothers died one by one, he continued to be strong and bear healthy children.


One day the old man said to his last son, “My son, my son, I am so happy! You listened to my words and now you will live—you and your wife and your children!”


Friday, July 27, 2012

Goat Skin On the Road For Jesus

This might be stating the obvious, but everything Alyssa and I do with our HIV/AIDS stories has the ultimate goal of sharing the gospel of Jesus with the people we are teaching. We try to use the stories of the physical sickness (HIV/AIDS) that has no cure to transition to stories of the spiritual sickness (sin) that has only one cure...Jesus!

For the last few months we have been going to the Chumakori area every week to story with a group of old men who lay under a big tree all day. We originally went to share the AIDS stories with them but after we finished and told the gospel story they invited us back to tell more stories from God's Word. Some weeks there have been six or seven men and other weeks there have been almost 30. We've told about the creation of the world, Adam and Eve's disobedience, God's promise to Abraham, King David, Isaiah's prophecies about the Promised Savior, and recently we have been working our way through the life of Jesus. 

Rain and travel had kept us away from this group since the beginning of July, but we went today in hopes of finding some men under this tree. Usually there are just older men who are there but today a group of seven young men walked up right as we arrived. We fondly refer to the 15-25 year olds as "punks" because of the general attitude of entitlement and disrespect that many of them have. 

Well, these punks just sat right down with the old men and listened to the stories with great attention and interest! Alyssa told the story of Jesus healing the blind man on the road to Jerusalem and I told the story of Jesus riding on the donkey into the city. Almost everyone in the group participated in the re-telling of both stories and really grasped some of the deeper meanings. While we were discussing how the crowds put their coats on the road out of respect for Jesus one "punk" said that if he were there he would even put his goat skin on the road for Jesus. They all agreed to be under the tree again in three days so that we can continue the stories from the life of Jesus.

As slow-going and discouraging as rainy season can be for ministry opportunities, I am sitting here tonight thankful that God is still changing hearts, no matter what expectations I have.