June 30, 2011

Belated Father's Day

This post is way overdue but for good reason:  I've been spending time with this guy...
my dad!

When I said goodbye to my parents at Dulles International Airport last November I never expected to spend Father's Day with my Dad in Sudan but it happened.  There's a lot to say about my Dad and today I'm struggling to put into words what his presence here means to me.  I'm struggling to describe the emotions I felt when I hugged his neck for the first time in more than six months while standing on African soil.  And I'm struggling to contain my tears when I look at these pictures of my father with the kids, my kids, at Harvesters.

"Baba Bill" with Aqui, Semama, and Isaiah


Baba Bill and Acqui

with Isaiah

My gratitude will never be enough but today it's all I have.  Thank you, Dad, thank you.

June 17, 2011

Follow the red dirt road: to Terekeka and back

A couple weeks ago I traveled to the Terekeka orphanage for a few days and have some pictures to share.  Lance (Dennis and Lilly's son) and his wife, Kim, run the orphanage in Terekeka and the purpose of me going was to attend a meeting in Juba with them.  The meeting never happened but it was a great trip for many reasons.  I got to see the Nile(!) and while I didn't step foot in it (one word - crocodiles) I did spend a serene morning sitting on its banks, we ate at an Indian / Chinese restaurant in Juba and eating something beside rice and beans was a great treat, and I met and loved on the 40ish kids who live at Terekeka.  Two of our P.7 girls, Nunas Mambu and Anna Gaba, came with us and it was Mambu's second trip to Terekeka and Anna's first trip out of town.  Seeing Sudan through their eyes was truly joyful and gave me a new perspective of this beautiful, war-torn country.

On Monday morning we stopped for a mid-morning snack of Rolex - fried egg and tomato wrapped inside a chappati (greasy tortilla).

tukkuls in the shadow of a rock mountain

a tailor in the Juba market

cucumbers and melons in Juba - where Lance and Kim buy their groceries every two weeks

Nunas Mambu and Anna Gaba enjoy some strawberry-pineapple ice cream.  I was excited for ice cream so I know they savored every bite. 

Women plant flowers in the road medians in Juba in preparation for South Sudan's upcoming independence day celebration on July 9.

On Wednesday we went back to Juba and took the girls on a tour of the Catholic University of Sudan.  Juba is a typical third-world city and is nothing to write home about.  Most people live in mud huts, there are few paved roads, there isn't a water system, trash litters the roads, etc. but the girls loved the hustle and bustle, the fancy professional women, and the abundant stores that sell (almost) anything imaginable.  As we toured the three-classroom Catholic University they were quietly excited to see first-hand the possibilities for their futures.

gas: 340 Sudanese Pounds (not shillings) for 68 litres (about $120 for 17.9 gallons)

a rainbow over Sudan

Women carry goods through African plains.  Where do you come from, where do you go?

huuuge puddles on the "driveway" to the Terekeka orphanage

Terekeka orphans play (and crawl through the dirt) on a lazy, hot afternoon.

cloudy sunrise over the Nile - majestic

a beautiful morning in Terekeka

typical path in Africa

people bathing and fishing in a marsh along the main road 

a man herds his cattle south toward Juba

kicking up dust on the way back to Juba

our taxi from Juba back home: 10 adults in a small family van

Mambu and Anna and I took the back seat.

stopped at a roadblock as workers searched for and disabled landmines

We spent about six hours traveling the 150 miles from Terekeka back home because the vast majority of the roads in South Sudan are made of dirt and riddled with bumps and holes.  Drivers speed along with little concern for the shocks on their cars or people walking on the side of the road and I spent much of the trip holding onto the seat in front of me and closing my eyes whenever we passed a pedestrian.  By the grace of God we made it safely back home and I'd never been more relieved to return to the little oasis that is Harvesters.

June 8, 2011

Two new jennas

One day.  Two tiny babies.  Nine pounds.  Twenty fragile fingers.  Twenty delicate toes.  Two beating hearts.  Four new lungs.

This week we are rejoicing over new life and I am in awe over perfect, intricate, four-pound bodies.

Two new babies, or jennas in Juba Arabic, were brought to Harvesters on Monday.  These little babies are unrelated but orphaned by the same tragedy.  Their mothers died after delivering them into this world and their fathers were left with new babies and heavy choices.  Keep their jenna and hope for enough money to buy baby formula and pray for a way to care for a delicate new life?  Or give up their child, their own child, for the guarantee of a future and a better life?  

This week the fragility and preciousness of life look me in the face with big, seeking eyes and tiny fingers squeeze my thumb imploring me to protect and care and nurture.  And while my heart is heavy that they will never know their mothers and their fathers will never see them take their first steps or mutter their first words I am grateful, so grateful, that Harvesters exists, that there is a place in this land that will protect and care and nurture those for whom there is no other place, not even the tukkul of their own fathers. 

We rejoice over Angeer Santino Matiopp (Deborah Colette) and Vito Adam Quinn Loputu and 
we know that there is purpose in every tragedy and in every new life.


Angeer Santino Matiopp aka Little Debbie
Birthdate: May 31, 2011
3.9 pounds

a sleepy yawn

tiny feet

Baby Sue getting a look at Little Debbie.

Vito Adam Quinn
Birthday: May 31, 2011
5 pounds

Three big sisters admiring their new baby brother. 


There is an appointed time for everything.  
And there is a time for every event under heaven - a time to give birth and a time to die.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2