Rewarding Day

I'm feeling very satisfied with the way this day has gone. First thing this morning, we picked up the fundis and went to Gamasara. I spent the cool hours of the morning moving office items into the office and cleaning out the dining area in preparation for the painting of its floor. The septic system is all but completed, and the rooms have beds and curtains. I had some time before going back to Tarime to teach English, and since the rain started pouring down, I decided to prepare tomorrow's English lesson. Unfortunately, it's impossible to get a pikipiki (motorcycle) to drive in the rain. Besides, it's really not safe.

The rain lasted for 2 hours, and by the time I was able to my ride, I was late for class. I still needed to take my suitcase to Angel House so Teddy, one of our cooks, could use it to move her things tomorrow.

I imagine the locals thought I was absolutely crazy dragging my suitcase and dodging mud puddles from the mission house to the orphanage. I didn't think too much of it until 3 young men stopped and stared at me. Finally, one of them asked me why I didn't take a taxi! I pointed to my legs and said, "I have two good legs. I'd rather tembeo." They shook their heads and walked off.

When I got to Angel House, I realized our littlest Angel, Nosi, was nowhere to be found. I sent the other Angels to search and they found Nosi at a friend's house. I got to thinking about how hard moving from town was going to be for the kids, but especially Nosi.

We sat down to andika Nosi's name and several other kids wanted to draw or write. So, I gave each a pen and paper and we had a little quiet time together.

I looked up and realized Robinson, a man I'd met at Angel House church service was greeting me. He asked me to come visit his wife before we moved to Gamasara. I always take an Angel with me when I visit in a home; and Nosi was looking pretty miserable, so I took her. Little did I know Robinson had invited me for supper! We feasted on ugoli (sort of like homemade Play Dough) and cooked spinach. It was surprising tasty, and the conversation was lively.

When we finished, Robinson said he wanted me to meet his sister who taught in a local school. We walked through the maze of Tarime's back streets until I was completely lost. Then we saw her coming out of the church that housed her school. We walked to her house, met her husband and son, and enjoyed sodas. All of the sudden, she looked at Nosi and said, "I know Nosi! I as the one who saw her mother leave her and her sister at the dump. Nosi was so little, maybe 18 months old. I took her to the police and then to Angel House."

I thanked her for bringing Nosi and Bhoke to Angel House. I told her she had saved their lives and given the girls a chance. I thanked God for this encounter with someone who was instrumental in the miracle that is Nosi.
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