Monday, May 23, 2011

Winding Down

Well, we are all still here! I have mixed feelings about this, I would love to be with Jesus right now, but the day will come when we least expect it. I'm sitting in my room writing, listening to the rain come down. This is a sound I have always loved, but enjoyed even more so here because it drowns out all the other noises of the dogs, people, cows, calls to prayer, and roosters who want to wake you up at every hour.

 Here is a summary of my last week:
Mom & Dad were kind enough to bring extra suitcases filled with clothes and shoes for both adults and kids. I have started giving this stuff away to people I think truly need it. Here is a picture of the two ladies who clean our house every day but Sunday. Naomi received a pair of my toms that were too big for me and is holding shoes for her oldest son and Skollar has a pair of mom's old shoes. 

Naomi & Skollar in their new shoes plus a pair for the kids.
They have continually been making me laugh more than usual over the past week as they have thought I have been making some dish called Tanzania but I was really making Lasagna. (How can those be confused-- say Tan ZAAAIN ya) Also, I have woke up to a few chilly mornings finding both of the women wearing new tube socks from dad with their flip flops! SO funny.

Skolar brought over her kids and Naomi's kids so we could all meet them. They were precious and sang some songs and told us what they wanted to be including a lawyer, teacher, engineer,  & computer technician.
The 3 girls are two of Skollar's and her niece and the two boys are Naomi's 2 sons I think they are 17 and 15
 Tumemaliza shule!!! We finished our semester! Including our music final which included us performing a Maasai dance in traditional costumes!

Our music class: Brittany, Lex, Morgan, me

Our class with our teachers: Bwana Stubbs (the white guy) and Hezron 

Old school Maasai sandals made out of cow... the entire thing out of cow.
On Thursday I had a very American day and it was GREAT! The roomie and I went to lunch with Jennifer and then I ran errands around town with her including buying a big floor tapestry that we bought for $10 which probably originally cost a couple of hundred. Jennifer has been living in Arusha for the past 3 years as she has simply been following the Lord's calling for her life. She isn't your typical American in Africa who grew up loving Africa and loves being here and has always wanted to live here. She never thought about it until God placed it on her heart and told her what he wanted her to do. She now has a business called Shining a Light which employs and empowers women by teaching them money management, health, and family skills while also giving them a living by making sandals which are sold in the US. She also has a pre school that has been started so children can go to school! She is a wonderful woman following after the Lord and I so appreciate our friendship and the fun adventures we have had together. Check out her website and buy a pair of shoes they are cute and comfy!! 

On Friday we went to a "Garden Fair" at the estate of some very well off mzungus from South Africa and the Netherlands. They hosted a fair for people to come and sell their goods to raise money for their businesses and organizations. I went to help Jennifer sell shoes along with two of our friends from church who sold cupcakes and Swahili children's cds. I cannot emphasize the beauty and grandeur of this house and land. They also had two well kept, well trained dogs-- a lab and a German Short Haired Pointer, I was so excited to see dogs I could pet and play with. Let me just say, I wasn't in Kansas anymore...
Jennifer and I at the Garden Fair
The beautiful house & front yard--this picture does not do it justice

And my highlight of May? That might be an exaggeration, but Arusha hosted the FIRST ever American collegiate FOOTBALL game on African soil! And no, it wasn't football as in soccer it was AMERICAN FOOTBALL with a pig skin ball, cleats, pads, referees, and chain crew. Drake University from De Moines, Iowa played a team from Mexico. For some reason NCAA wouldn't let them play another American team (I think because they were playing outside the US and not under NCAA regulations). You can google Drake Football in Tanzania and get lots of results but here is their blog. 7 of us Americans went along with 2 East Africans and our director and his two ADORABLE kids.
The Maasai recieved front row seating to the football game because they were the half time show

Drake brought 1000 footballs to give to kids in the schools around the Moshi/Arusha area and have been holding football clinics for them as well as visiting some orphanages.

Our directors kids! SO CUTE and so well behaved. Get this they are 2 and 5 and speak both English and French fluently.


Some of the African student crowd behind us who would blow the vuvuzela and chant U S A! 
FINAL SCORE: 17 USA --  7 MEXICO
The teams congratulating each other. Drake is Blue and Mexico was Red.
The team then came over and yelled "Asante Sana" and TANZANIA to show their appreciation for being hosted. After wards, one of the players tossed his gloves into the stands which got the kids so excited. His teammates saw and followed his example putting the biggest smile on these kids faces who thought this dirty, smelly football glove was the coolest thing ever.

All the students got t shirts for the occasion commemorating the joint effort on all countries parts.
 Sunday we went to Vineyard for the last time and then headed out to a school that one of our friends from church teaches at and had a BBQ fully equipped with chicken, mystery meat sausage, and lamb. It was a great way to end my last Sunday.

I have this week left in Arusha and lots of things to get done including last minute errands and saying my goodbyes. It blows my mind that this football game seemed like it would never come and now it has come and passed and I have 5 more days in Arusha before I return to Mombasa.

Maasai Culture and Music

My music paper on the Maasai people and music


Preservation of Maasai culture through Music


In a world that is constantly changing, culture is constantly being lost. This is a sad, but true fact that is being faced by many third world countries. Due to lack of education and lack of writing abilities, traditions are rapidly becoming unknown and unappreciated. Due to the generations dying off, culture and song and dance are also dying. As the middle generation has had an education and is now finding modern jobs, culture and heritage are being left by the way side. However, this current generation of youth are experiencing the most culture drain due to modernized schooling which takes the child out of the family influence and home life, leaving the stories and songs that are usually taught in childhood. These reasons combined are the reasons why music is so vital to the preservation of the Maasai history.
The Maasai people are some of the most well known people of Africa because of their ferocity and warrior lifestyle. Maasai is an ethnic group of East Africa which has about 22 tribes inside the Maasai sect all speaking the Maa language (Mashauri). Before the European invasion into Africa, Maasai were all nomadic, living where their cattle lived. At first the Europeans feared the Maasai until the Europeans decided they wanted the fertile land in the Northern part of Kenya that was Maasai controlled . A civil war broke out and due to the severe lack of Maasai deaths from disease, they were relocated to different terrain and reservations. This agreement was called the 1904 Maasai Agreement which reduced their territory by two thirds (Finke). Since the Agreement, Maasai people still continue to be allocated to certain areas and are still losing land. The loss of land and increase in National parks is causing the Maasai to become permanent beings, which also allows them to receive a permanent education but makes raising livestock a harder challenge. Since Tanzania’s independence, villagazation has been promoted to encourage tribes to settle down and become bomas existing of multiple families (Kitumusote).


Maasai are very respectful of elders and warriors. Therefore, specific age sets for men are representative of the respect or lack of respect that should be given to the males in the community. Each age set is about 15 years wide and comprised of all the boys that were born during that 15 year period. Children in the Maasai culture are viewed with having responsibility. Often times, children as young as four or five are in charge of a herd of sheep or goats. As the child matures, or proves himself, he will be in charge of more animals. Boy’s do not have any rights to decoration or marriage until after circumcision and initiation.Moran (singular) or Morani (plural) are the warriors who are the most respected of the community. Morani are the traditional “physical guardians of Maasai society” who are in charge of fighting other tribes, guard cattle, and search for new pastures (Finke). There are three periods of warrior hood including Sipoli, newly circumcised; Ol Murrani Barnot, junior warriors; and Ol Murrani Botor, the senior warriors (Finke). Once a man has reached Ol Murrani Botor, he is allowed to go home to marry and start a family.


There is importance behind the tools of the people as well. Sticks are used by both women and men. The sticks used by the women are called esiteti and the men’s are called ilmeleleke or rungu which are hard, black wood stick which is carried everywhere that the Moran goes which is used as a weapon or tool for herding animals (Mashauri). The ilmeleleke is very symbolic and representative of life and feelings and “represent’s a man’s life itself” (Mashauri). The age of the man depends on where the rungu is being held. Moran’s hold the ilmeleleke at the head where it has been “circumcised” and is clean. The elder’s hold the stick in the middle and the children at the bottom where it has been in the dirt because it has been in the ground representing the uncleanliness from uncircumcision. Elder’s are men who are past senior warrior hood. There are many stages in elder hood, but there is no centralized authority. The elder’s make decisions together and rarely are those decisions challenged by the younger generations (Finke). Also, Morani can show their feelings through the use of their ilmeleleke. If a Moran enters into the boma with the rangu across his shoulders and his arms hanging across, he is telling everyone he is tired and will not be sleeping with any of his wives that night. Similarly if he comes in and sits down and places the ilmeleleke horizontally in front of his knee and applies pressure to the middle of the stick using his knee, he is informing everyone that he is hungry. The ilmeleleke is used not only for practical use, but also has an unspoken language behind it.

Like all traditional music of East Africa, Maasai music has a purpose and is based off tradition. Maasai music involves no use of drums or “instruments” although the voice, body, and jewelry is considered as an instrument. Occasionally horns from the cudu will also be used as a supplemental instrument (Mashauri). The reason Maasai do not use drums is because they believe to have a “better” use of the cow hide such as clothing. Hezron Mashauri, Waarusha Maasai and graduate in Music from MakumiraMaasai comes from engululu’s and grunt’s. An englulu is a high pitched yell for excitement from a woman. Grunt’s serve as the women which are deep noises coming only from the men. They are something that Mashuari says, “just comes on performance, not something that is fixed to be there. If you get excited, then you can apply it.” Together these two noises make up for the use of drums and give Maasai music a specific sound. The purpose behind the music and dancing is enjoyment. This is the way to express feelings and emotion. Music allows the hard life of the Maasai people, especially those who are herders, because it removes loneliness. “You are not alone if you are only with cows but have music. Music is somebody that you need to be together. [With music] you are not alone” (Mashauri).


Because of the gaps in the generational pass down of traditions, music plays a large role in preserving the original language of Maa. Music is sometimes the only way in which certain traditions have survived due to the lack of any written traditions. Songs and chants often preserve the knowledge of traditional medicine, information about herding animals, gathering wild food, and the type of land Maasai live on (Kitumusote). Maasai music retains the music, traditions, and dance through singing and telling of stories that have been passed down over the many generations, since the beginning of the Maasai culture. 


Music including singing and dancing is not just for special occasions, but also for the every day life of the Maasai people. Music ceremonies lasting for boy’s circumcision shows community amongst the people. These are often some of the biggest celebrations because they only happen every seven to fifteen years and symbolize the most important transition in a boy’s life. Similarly, as a child is born, the mother or community will sing for the child to calm it down when upset. However, as the child grows older and becomes more independent, the child is then responsible for singing to himself  to calm himself down (Helena). Because a large part of the Maasai life is based around cattle, even the cattle play a role in music. Three women Naisho, Helena, and Ngoilelo are Maasai wives and mothers from Engutukoiti Kijiji area outside Arusha, Tanzania who say a song is sang for the cattle each night as to calm them down and bring them inside the boma without having to use extra energy. Songs are also used by the boys and men who are out with the cattle each day. They believe that by singing songs and chanting, wild and threatening animals will be scared away from their herds. Although the music exists on a daily basis, it is only for special occasions and church that the women wear the wide necklaces. When the topic of these necklaces came up, the women became very proud and wanted to show off their beauties.

Music is obviously used for many different purposes in both every day life and the special celebrations that occur. Often times, music is used as a gathering call to the neighboring bomas. “For example when baby boy is born they apply Engululu 3 times so everyone knows a baby boy is somewhere. So then people come and find the baby and have a party. For a girl it is 4 times” (Mashauri). On the opposite end, “When men die in Waarusha, it is 3 days of solemn for men, 4 days for women. When person dies in Maasai there is no music, it is a time when everyone is silent. You can say it is a type of music, to be silent” (Mashauri). Music is used during these instances to show the community the celebration of a new life along with the mourning of a death.

Also, music is used in celebration, not just to invite people, but also to show emotion. Ngoilelo and her son, Ndoipo who is her firstborn and acts as the father of the boma because Ngoilelo’s husband has many wives with many bomas. They live in a boma with Ndoipo’s three younger sisters and new wife with circular homes made from  mud, sticks, and a coating of animal dung. These homes can last up to more than 10 years if taken care of properly. The walls are similar to cork board in the sense that knives and pointed objects can be held by being stuck in the wall. At Ndoipo’s wedding celebration, many people came bringing animals as gifts for the new couple. The celebrations lasted for almost seven days with many people coming from all over.  Wedding songs are traditional and ceremonial. However, they never mention the word wedding or the names of either party. One song can last many hours with different variations placed inside. When asked if they became tired after such a long song, Ngolilelo’s answer was “you cannot get tired when you are excited!”

Due to the challenging nature of the Maasai lifestyle from being displaced on “their” land to constant movement and travel with out much food, some kind of escape from the hardships of life is needed. That escape has proven to show itself as music and dance which bring happiness and excitement along with helping to preserve the cultural history. Music is the key to the pass down of culture through the generations as today’s generation is missing out on so much of the cultural experience that comes during the early years. Music helps define each part of the life of the Maasai people along with retaining Maa and symbolic representing major events. Music also acts as an invitation to the other’s in the community as they are able to hear music and singing or engululus and know what has occurred in the boma nearby. The Maasai life is very symbolic itself through the importance of the different age sets and role of men and women. Similarly, music will never cease to keep the Maasai culture intact.


Works Cited
Finke, Jens. "Maasai Culture." Blue Gecko. Jens Finke, 2007. Web. 06 May 2011. <http:// www.bluegecko.org/kenya/tribes/maasai/history.htm>.
Helena. Personal Interview by Catherine Bean. May 8, 2011. 10 May 2011.
Kitumusote, . "History of Maasai." Kitumusote. N.p., 2006. Web. 07 May 2011. <http:// www.kitumusote.org/history>
Mashauri, Hezron. Personal Interview by Catherine Bean. May 5, 2011.
Naisho. Personal Interview by Catherine Bean. May 8, 2011.
Ngoilelo. Personal Interview by Catherine Bean. May 8, 2011. 

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Hiya...

I am going to miss Arusha Vineyard, the church I have been calling home for the last few months. I have found community there and a sense of peace and a physically verbal filling of my soul that sometimes can feel so empty. 

Some of the bigger reasons why I love this church is ...
  • the non denominational / mix of cultures kind of worship
  • the amount of knowledge that has been brought in by people from all around the world
  • the fact that about every 2 Sundays we have a guest speaker (who have all been wonderful)
  • the songs that remind me that Jesus is ALIVE & I have to wait for His good timing & I can sing praise to Him all the time
  • And I appreciate the fact that Vineyard doesn't pretend like everyone is perfect. We talk about our problems and the problems we face as a community living in a 3rd world country. It feels as though everyone has the common ground of the daily struggles we face in Tanzania.

Over the last year I have been learning about the peace and fulfillment that I can receive from the Lord to fill me up when I am empty. I find it through having my different conversations with God throughout the day, reading and being filled by the Word, and singing praises to His Holy Name.

These last few months have really tested my inner most being to see if I truly do take God's comfort, strength, and trials to heart. I believe it is an ongoing process, which I am learning that like many things, won't be over till I die. 

I feel like everything I have been reading this week has kind of combined into what we learned at church this morning. 
1Cor 15:58 Stand firm, let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know your labor in Christ is not dead.
 2 Cor 1:8-9 Paul speaking about the time in Asia: We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God who raises the dead.  
  •  I thought this was humorous, Paul was in your face (the message) "we were forced to trust god totally-- not a bad idea since he is the God who raises the dead! .... and he will do it again!"
Luke 1:37 -- Nothing, [NOTHING] is impossible for God.  
Ephesians 4:1 Paul is a prisoner of Christ because He lives to spread his love and bring honor and glory to God's name. Like wise we too are prisoners, and we all know that being a prisoner isn't a walk in the park... well it's becoming that now but you know what I mean :)
The pastor this morning was a pastor/missionary from New Zealand who is on fire from the Lord. He spoke the truth and spoke about the hard stuff that no one wants to hear. He spoke about suffering, not focusing on how everything is no big deal because I love Jesus-- but about the fact that because of Jesus, I am guaranteed to suffer.

He reminded us that we need to wait
Psalm 27:13-14 I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. WAIT for the Lord; be strong and take heart and WAIT for the Lord!
and that we will have hardships, so so many of them
Psalm 66:10-12 For you, O God, tested us; you refined us like silver. You brought us into prison. (pushed us to our very limit --the message)You let men ride over our heads; we went through fire and water, but you brought us to a place of abundance. 
So why this hardship? Because suffering "turns the reins to Jesus." When we are suffering that is when God really has our attention, we all know this, we've all heard this, but it's true isn't it. That is when we are most vulnerable, when we listen the most, when we seek the hardest, and when we wait for the Lord.

My food that sustains me every day is a two part meal. It begins by being spiritually nourished by spending my time with Jesus and then is acted out by doing the will of my Father. This often times, I know almost daily for me, get's pushed to the back sometimes because my selfishness and own desires get in the way first. But selfishness is a "sickness of the soul"therefore I have to truly pay attention to who leads my life.
[the "quotes" come from the pastor's words this morning]

And I so loved that this morning he pointed out the truth that I stated in last week's blog about the song from CBC.... without Jesus we are nothing but rotten old sinners.

Can I get an AMEN to that?

Oh the thankfulness I have to the grace that has been bestowed to me of which I am completely undeserving, but immensely grateful.

On that note, I know that I have been through what I would consider my Psalms 66. I also know that it is not over and more will come. I have decided to take an internship in Dallas this summer after I get home. I will be moving up there about 4 days after I get home (I can use some prayer for adjustment in all areas including time, heart, and body). I am very excited because I will be working in a company involved with something I am very passionate about. I will be working for a Christian pro-liberty social networking company called Liberty Linked. In doing that, I am looking for a place to live for 2 months (mid June till Aug 12) or shorter during that time in which I'd be happy to help cover rent. (Sorry insert a little personal ad for myself!)

I have 4 finals this week and then will have completed the study abroad program. I will be in Tanzania until the 28th when I fly to Mombasa to hang out (serve and work) with my friends (both local Kenyans and the Moore's).

Blessings to you all and thank you for taking the time to catch up.

Oh, I almost forgot... the title today "Hiya..." is a word Swahili speakers use when they understand or show they are  listening. The "ya" part is the accented part... I have come to say it when I don't have anything else to say or when I am trying to translate my thoughts into Swahili words!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Jumapili


My African Sunday:

On Sunday morning/Saturday night we went to the airport at about 1am to pick up Brittany and Morgan from their 10 day adventure in South Africa. We made signs and cupcakes. They had no idea we were coming and were skeptical if the taxi driver even remembered.



SO excited!

I had the opportunity to go to church with some of the ladies at the peanutbutter factory. I woke up eartly, got on the Daladala, and headed out to the area they live in. Victoria and I walked to church in the rain huddled under an umbrella. 
I was most definitely the only mzungu to be at church and therefore had many looks. As church began, I was invited to stand up and greet the congregation. Omega had prepared me for this before I left so I said “Bwana Yesu asifiwe! Ninampenda Jesu!” which means blessings from the Lord, I love Jesus. I got some chuckles and big “AMEN!”’s. The entire service was in swahili with lots of thanks to the Lord, some talk about Israel, and some reading from John. Once again, like the church at Lorevani, we gave offering 3 times. I loved watching the chior stand up and dance all together with passion for the Lord.
After the 2nd go around of the offering a sweet little girl ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She came and sat down with me and cuddled in my lap and would not leave my side till her sister came and took her because they were leaving.
After the service there was an auction which I suppose was to raise money for the church. The things for sale included really tall grass for cows (about 10 feet tall), lettuce, cucumbers (about 60 of them), and a live chicken. Everything was being sold super cheap. I was watching and observing and just taking it all in when all of a sudden I hear “mia saba kwa mzungu!” from one of the elders of the church. Then a woman brought me 8 cucumbers as a gift from this kind man. 
pretty sweet Maasai tie made out of beads. It was AWESOME!
After a quick nap and some food, I was off for my next adventure with the Roomie and Hezron, one of our music professors. Hezron is a Maasai who lives a modernized life in the Arusha area. Together, we went out to the Engutukoiti Kijiji area near the camel safaris so I could get interviews from traditional Maasai people for my paper on the preservation of the Maasai through music. We met up with one of Hezron’s Maasai friends who took us to his boma  to meet his mother, wife, and sister.
We sat in their hut for about an hour and a half, covered with flies, asking questions and having Hezron translate. I fell in love with mama, as I do with most elderly people. I asked her how old she was and she said 100 (as if the world depended on it). Well, let me tell you, she is not 100, however they do not keep track of dates or special occasions so many Maasai have no idea how old they are. I told her that I loved her and then she said I love you too so I am going to give you a gift! This was the only sentence out of the hour and a half convo that was spoken in Swahili instead of Maa. She gave me a beautiful orange, white, and blue beaded bracelet. 
Because music is part of a feeling for the Maasai, it can’t be sung on cue. Therefore, when we would ask questions the ladies would tell us they did not feel the music right now but then as we continued, the more they talked about something, they would begin to dance slightly then start singing. It was wonderful to see the pride they take in their culture and traditions. 


Mama Helena is on the left and her daughter Ngoilelo on the right. They can't be more than 12-15 years apart although they are mother and daughter

their boma and the hut of Hezron's friend, Paulo--
the small, tiny square on the hut is the only window and its not more than 8 inches tall and that is BIG window for a Maasai home

We then carried on to the next boma where we met a mama who has acuired her own boma because her husband has 3 other wives, so each has their own boma for their family. Polygamy is very common in Maasai life because women are the milkers of cows, greeters of guests, and responsibility in the home while children are the caretakers of the animals when out grazing. Because men have many animals, they need many wives to help care for the animals and produce many children who will similarly do the same. She has 3 daughters and her firstborn son who is still alive out of the 7 children she has had. Her mother also lives in the boma with them.

Mama was a beautiful woman who didn’t talk much but you could tell she wanted to be your friend. Her oldest son had just gotten married and the marriage ceremony that had lasted for 7 days ended on Saturday. He is most likely barely 20 alhtough they say he is 23. His new wife who is extremely pregnant so that he knows she can produce children is not any older than 15 or 16. We asked if this would be his only wife and before he responded, mama spoke out with passion that it most definitely would be and he agreed. They talked to us about the music at the ceremony and how most songs last for hours on end. I asked if they got tired of dancing or singing and she replied in shock, “NO! You cannot become tired when you are excited!” 
her firstborn son who is newly married and because he is the only male at the boma he acts as though he is the father figure/ husband to mama when it comes to rules and regulations and permission

We then went outside her hut, which was shaped differently than the first which was separated into many rooms. This hut had a partial divider made from slats of wood to keep the sun from overflowing into the hut and a circular area with a hole dug for the fire for cooking. Behind the fire was her bed which was partitioned off by wooden slats on each side. I sat on her cowhide mattress while we talked. Outside we met the 3 daughters and the new wife. They were all milking the goats. I wanted to try so I walked over to the new wife and communicated through motions that I wanted to try. I think that the goats are afraid of mzungus too. She chased after the goat who had run away from me and then held it so I could milk it. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was successful and I did not spill any... except that little bit that squirted my skirt.
keep in mind, she is 9 months preggo

we were there long enough to watch the sun go completely down, it was one of the best days I have had here

this is grandma

somehow they acquired this teddy bear which they put above the goat pen to scare away the hyenas. He has goggles and a hat.



the new wifey and the youngest daughter

This is grandma

hen mama asked if we wanted chai, you don’t ever say no. As the Maasai culture of hospitality is, you always have chai ready. So she brought us chai made from.... GOAT MILK! Yes, from those goats they were milking! It was delicious too. 

Mama and I drinking some chai

Me, Hezron, and the Roomie

We took pictures with the family, said congratulations to the new couple and to their baby who will be born any day now. 
While we were inside talking and I was sitting on her bed, they asked if I wanted to live like Maasai and if I could (handle to) stay out there. I told them I would love to but I still have school. And really, I would love to. She kept telling me I could sleep on her bed. Then after we went outside she asked me if I wanted to stay the night so that I could sing the cattle to sleep. I thought this was funny, but oh how I would love to spend at least a night, or a few out in a boma in the middle of no where. 

(I will post my paper that I wrote if any one is interested in the Maasai culture and music--but keep in mind, I am no expert.)

Oh and I almost forgot, they told me that when the wife is going to go into labor she has to walk for about an hour to the nearest health care facility, which I can tell you is another mud hut and a doctor who has less training in the medical field than an American nurse would who will then deliver the baby. I cannot imagine having contractions and making the trek at whatever time of day that is an hour away in the hot sun or the middle of the pitch black night and through the rough terrain.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

The end is near...

The end is near! Yes, it is near as it always has been that Jesus is coming, but no that's not what I am talking about. About my time in Africa, THE END IS NEAR!

Africa is winding down! It is blowing my mind. I am both happy but sad. I am excited to come home and see everyone I have been missing these last few months. It will be weird coming home and people being at different places in their lives. Sissy will have finished school, Cody has a job, people will be working this summer, and Loriann is on leadership at Laity Lodge. However, I am also beginning to count my time as even more precious than I have been. I am leaving this place that I love, not so much Arusha, but East Africa. I have never liked living in the city here.

I will be leaving people who bring me such joy with the simplest of conversations, smiles, and handshakes. Leaving people who I have been building relationships with for the last 4 months even though there was always a major language barrier. And leaving my wonderful roommate who has continually built me up and been an encouragement and friend as we cling to the Lord together. With out the roomie, this semester would have been a lot harder. Leaving the church and community I have been so blessed to have found there. Leaving the beautiful nature that surrounds me. Mount Meru has become a sight of home for me. When flying in from Nairobi or driving in from any trips, I can always see Mount Meru before we get into town and it always puts a smile on my face. No matter how many days in a row I see it, I still continued to be amazed at it’s beauty. The smell of crowded people and sweat has become a smell I have learned to love. A smell of hard work, determination, and a challenging life. Similarly, saying “shikamoo”  (i am lower than you) to people oder than me on the street or in greetings has become a term I truly endear. I will miss my attempted conversations in Swahili with the most patient and loving people. Conquering the daladala and the market still brings me a sense of accomplishments. I will reflect more after I get home, but I can easily say this has been a semester of learning, in all possible ways. 
Even in this time of transition I still find such joy in knowing that God and His love is BETTER THAN LIFE! There is truth in that, what a promise!! CBC sings a song, Better Than Life and it brings me joy each time I hear it. Psalm 16: 2,9-11 (NIV/The Message) “I said to the Lord, ‘You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing.’ I’m happy from the inside out, and from the outside in, I am fully formed. You cancelled my ticket to hell--that is not my destination! You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with JOY in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” 
And as this semester is coming to an end, I am prayerfully trying to seek what the Lord has in store for me for this summer. Psalms 37:4 Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. As the roomy and I have been talking a lot about living to please and exalt God instead of focusing on what we think life should be like, Psalms 46:10 is a perfect reminder. 
    “Be still, and know that I am God; I [God] will be exalted among the nations, I [God] will be exalted in all the earth.” 

Oh, what encouragement and peace that brings me. It is our responsibility to obey and live a life that is honoring and pleasing to the Lord, but in the end God has power and control of everything and really doesn’t need us, but let’s us be a part of the process of showing the world His amazing love. I just got off on a tangent, but I just need to be still and know that God already knows what is planned for this summer and in his perfect time, he will let it be known and give me a perfect peace about it.

 Isn’t He just SO amazing to us? I think so---about 500xs more than I deserve. 

Today was a day of passing on kindness. While running errands in town, I ran into one of my friends who owns a tourist shop. He walked me to phone shop where I bought a phone for a friend (more to come on that later), then to the grocery store. He doesn't ask for money when he helps me, he just walks around with me and takes me where I need to go. 

Then on my way back to the house I ran into this hopeless looking European girl who has probably not been here for more than a day. She was standing on the corner hopelessly holding a painting that a man had shoved into her hand. She obviously didn't want it and was trying to tell him that but he was pretending he didn't know English.  So I walked up to her and told her she doesn't have to buy it, she looked at me with a look of relief. I explained in Swahili to the man that she didn't want it but if she changed her mind she would come back later. She handed it back to him, he wasn't happy with me, she gave me a huge thank you and a look of "you just saved my life" and went on her way. I hope that she will return the favor to someone else today. 

 So here is my moral of the story: do a selfless act of service today and encourage them to do one for someone else. It is simple. And it just makes the world a better place. 
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