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7-31-13

Mukama yebazebwe! (Praise the Lord)

Today is our last day at Kachungwa. It rained heavy a few times, which cools things down usually for the rest of the day. That makes me a happy camper!

We drove out to Kachungwa proper to see the land the medical clinic should be built on. Please pray for that process to speed up. The paperwork should have been done in April. It is in the town behind the main row of stores and a layer of houses and a banana field. There is a well and power lines nearby. It was being used to grow peanuts recently. The town chairmen and people know about the clinic and some followed us up to watch us pray on the property and shook our hands. There is a guava tree on it that shouldn't have fruit, but did. Cool!

We also visited a bank that a member of Kachungwa Community Church has started. It is called Peoples Bank and they do small loans in the community and people are starting to save money there. This is something we want!

We bought some things to give to our kids' families, beans, rice, etc. Jeff bought a 25Kg bag of corn flour ($14) and the shop owner was dancing in the streets afterwards. We were happy to be able to influx some money into the town.

Back at the church, we went to the classrooms and did VBS for each grade. Brandon and I did P-6 where we sang a little and talked about the "who/what/where/why/when/how" method of studying the Bible and using the God separated from man where Jesus is the bridge over the gap illustration to show them a way to witness to others. The teacher said they understood and then we had a question time. They are really interested in our seasons and the teacher helped connect some of the things we said to lessons they have learned, like Fall and transpiration. That was very helpful.

After that, Brandon and I visited our first childs' house. Kayesu Kyalimpa lives really close to the school with her mother and 3 sisters, 2 sisters and brother from her fathers second wife. The father and second wife are dead. The fathers mother lives next door. The mother works at digging to pay for 1 girls schooling and at least two of the others are sponsored. They all go to school except the little boy and girl. The mother sold a pig to buy a fairly big mud wall house for the area. They have 6 pigs. The mother also is involved at helping at the church. Praise the Lord for her hard work and commitment!

After a quick lunch, we visited our other girl named Scovia Muhembisi (sp). Her situation is not so good. She lives about 3km away from the church in a tiny town called Kysinga with 2 aunts, one is crippled and the other has a baby, and her uncle and older sister. Her aunt and uncle drink and either neglect or possibly abuse her. She hardly talks and is very closed off. She found us at the school a few times and will hug us and hold our hands, but she won't speak unless spoken to. She disappears back home if you let go of her. She has a grandmother who lives far away, who she visits occasionally. Her mother ran off and her father is dead. Her mud house was VERY tiny and they have 1 pig. She needs prayer and we need prayer to know what to do for her.

To my nervousness, we had to ride a boda boda (motorcycle) to visit our first boy, John. He's kind of shy and quiet. He lives 6km away in Kachungwa town. His father is dead and his mother , 2 younger sisters and brother live with their grandmother. They lived farther away, but moved here recently so he could go to school. There is also an aunt and cousins that live nearby. He takes care of meat sheep (not the wool type) and have a mixture of other animals as well. He gave us a chicken, which we named George.

We have another child here, Sam Nsynga (sp), but we ran out of time and weren't able to visit his home. That was very disappointing because we learned so much about the others through this process. Sam grabbed on to Brandon and followed him around as much as he could. He seems more outgoing.

I have to give a shout out to my boda boda driver, though. He was slower than normal and he let me hold on to him. Normally and woman rides side saddle behind the driver and doesn't hang on. I, thank the Lord, had shorts on under my skirt and was aloud to ride straddle and wrap my arms around him. I also had George under one arm on the way back, so I was happy and relaxed at his gentleness. We were a big source of humor for everyone who saw us driving. Oh, well.

Love in Christ, Danelle Chase