Showing posts with label Harvesters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harvesters. Show all posts

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

May 18, 2011

The Good, Bad, and Gross

Today is cool and dreary as rain lingers overhead.  We need it here and I'm grateful for the water to quench dry crops and fill rivers and wells anew.  I'm also grateful for a quiet afternoon inside to catch-up on loooong overdue emails and blog posts. (Sincere apologies.)


The Bad.
Things have seemed especially busy lately and I'm currently fighting a sore throat, stuffy nose and cough.  Several of the teachers have been in Uganda for the past few weeks for training so I've been teaching Science to the P.6 class which has been challenge.  I'll be glad when the teachers return because I remember very little about the classification of flowering and non-flowering plants and I think the students are tired of hearing the response of "I don't know, I'll find out for you."


The Good. 
Since the rainy season has arrived Lawrence, the agriculture engineer (gardener), has been busy planting, watering, and maintaining all the gardens at Harvesters.  Around the compound grow sweet potatoes, maize, pineapple, coffee, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, onions, cabbages, green peppers, bananas, and more.  There's also a chicken house that's almost complete and 100 chicks are waiting to move in.


chicken house in the midst of freshly plowed fields

Lawrence and some boys plant cabbages by hand. 

rows of cabbages

dirty work

sprouting onions

Emmanuel Wani cuts sugar cane, which the kids eat for dessert. 

wheelbarrows full of fresh sugar cane

Bosco would rather read; I don't blame him. 

Pastor Dennis' sister and brother-in-law have been here for several weeks helping out in numerous ways.  In the evenings they've been teaching the secondary school (high school) kids how to play the guitar and keyboard.  The kids love music in a serious way and they are so joyful as they learn to play new instruments and read notes and create music. 
Denise teaches Mary Poni a chord while Charity observes. 

Eva Monday watches Victoria Nyokani practice a song. 

Doug shows Emmanuel Mungar some piano chords. 

During recess the little kids have races, their little bare feet and dirty legs fly across the dirt.
Run to the goal posts...

then come back!

One day I caught this little one entertaining herself by running around with a Nomi (laundry soap) bucket on her head. She is by far one of the cutest, funniest, most curious little people I know.
Rejoice Lilly


These sweet girls found a grasshopper after bath time.
Front (left to right): Lucia, Esther (Milton's younger sister), Lillias, Faith   
Back (left to right): Bendita, Hannah

Speaking of bugs...

The Gross.  [WARNING: the next story and accompanying pictures are graphic and not for the faint of heart.  You have been warned. ]


A couple months ago a long, leggy, creepy, rust-colored insect crawled under my door right before I shut off the lights for the night.  I thought it was a scorpion and I mentioned it to Dennis and he said, "oh, in the 10 years I've been here I've never seen a scorpion.  Are you sure it was a scorpion?  Did its tail curl at the end?" Well, I wasn't sure because, you know, I stayed as far away from that sucker as I could.  About a week later two of those creepy scorpion-impersonators invaded my room in THE SAME NIGHT.  The first one I sprayed to death with bug spray so it wouldn't be dismembered so I could get a closer look, the second one I viciously attacked with a shoe.  I realized there was no curled tail so they must be spiders. Well.  One night last week I caught one creeping up my wall beside the door.  It looked different than the other three because it had a big, dark abdomen and I figured this was an indication that it was full of babies so I knew I had to kill it asap before it scurried off into some corner and then laid its eggs.  (I just threw up in my mouth a little bit from typing that sentence.)  Anyway, I took a badminton racket and whacked this creature with the edge of the racket, right on its bulbous abdomen. The abdomen burst and out came a big glob of dark liquid.  Or so I thought until the glob MOVED and I saw that it was a tiny frog.  Hop, hop, hop it went leaving a slimy trail of black goo. It was ALIVE!  I can't make this stuff up, people.  So this scorpion/spider creature had somehow eaten a live frog and was carrying it in its belly.  Or, more probably, it had eaten a frog egg and the frog had been able to live and grow from the nutrients of the scorpion creature.  I have the shudders just thinking about it.  There's a lock on my door to keep out bad guys, but that lock isn't effective at preventing these little agents of horror from creeping under my door. What's a girl to do?


What's about 3 inches long, has 10 legs and carries a live frog in its belly?  The creature that haunts my dreams, that's what. 


It's blurry, but it's clearly a frog.  

The aftermath: goo and guts on my floor.  Now, where did I put my mop?


Life here is nothing if not exciting and I wouldn't want it any other way.

April 6, 2011

Typical Tuesday

I followed myself around yesterday, just in case anyone is curious what a normal day is like for me.

7:34 : I have this thing where I only get out of bed when the numbers of the minutes add up to the hour: 6:51, 7:07, 7:16, 7:25.  There's something about the symmetry of the clock and beginning the day when things are balanced that appeals to me. Weird? Probably.  

Make bed, shower, get dressed.  It's rainy and there's a chill in the air which calls for long pants and my favorite, old sweatshirt. 

8:01 : Tuesday is donut day, yes, DONUTS!  They are homemade and delicious.  I start with a small bowl of oatmeal and a banana so I can feel better about myself when I eat two donuts and put one in my pocket for the road.  

8:30ish :  Make a mug of poor-man's chai to take back to my room.  One cup of black tea, a heaping tablespoon of powdered milk (no dairy products here), a tablespoon of sugar, and a generous sprinkling of cinnamon. 


Some morning nourishment for my heart, mind, and soul. 

Check email, read the news, grade papers, stretch, finish lesson plans for today's classes.  This is my work station, it's comfortable and has the best morning light.  I keep the flyswatter within arm's reach at all times to attack any flies, ants, mosquitoes, or spiders that invade my room; a flyswatter is definitely on my "Things I'd Take to a Deserted Island" list.


11:30 : Walk to the office to print a newspaper article and make copies for my class then head to school; things always take at least twice as long to do as I expect.  

12:00 - 12:40 :  Teach P.5 English.  Today is library day so all the kids read a book then have to identify the characters, setting, and plot as their homework assignment. I forgot my camera but I promise that's what happened.

12:45 :  Lunch.  I decide on the vegetable stew for such a dreary day, fruit cocktail (courtesy of the container donations), and chappati, a greasy tortilla-like flat bread - I like to spread mine with peanut butter, sprinkle cinnamon on top, then roll it up.  Have a long chat with Mr. Mourice about the price of kerosene and the benefits of installing a solar panel to his house in Mombasa, Kenya where his family lives.


1:35 :  Mend a couple pairs of shorts for one of the boys that I'd been putting off for a week.  The sun comes out so I sit in the chair on my porch and do a little stitching which takes me for-e-ver.


2:15 - 3:00 :  P.6 English class.   I'm currently teaching punctuation which is more of a challenge than I ever anticipated.  Apparently the concept of quotes and quotation marks is a difficult to comprehend, so I'm using newspaper articles to show examples.
Reading an article from the Sudan Tribune newspaper.

Introducing the "5 Ws + H" rule, my journalism professors would be proud I think.

3:00 :  Wander up to the play area and find that Josephine is tracing the little kids' hands to send to their sponsors in the States.  I offer to help but she has it under control so I do the next helpful thing and wrangle all the kids away from her for playing and games.
Rutha gets her hand traced.

Clockwise from top left: Maria (eyes closed), Vicky, Esther, Sikili, and Faith with their dolls.

Rejoice Lilly and Ruben found a mango!

4:45 :  Wash clothes, sweep floor, clean spider guts off the wall from an incident the previous night that I didn't attend to.  

5:15 :  Tag along with Leah, Charity, Moses and Noella into the village.  Moses and Noella are siblings and we go to the compound where their grandfather and cousins live for weekly children's church.
Charity, Noella, Moses and Leah sing and tell Bible stories.

Charity gives each of the kids a vitamin and leaves the rest with their mom.

Noella and Moses with their eyaba (grandfather).  

6:00 : Dinner.  Rice and beans with a heavy dose of chili sauce to add some heat and tanginess, fresh pineapple and mango slices.


When I leave the dining room I find that Isaiah and Nyoko are sitting on the bench. Nyoko is just hanging out, but many nights Isaiah sits on that bench while I eat dinner and waits for me to come out to play.  Seeing him simultaneously warms and breaks my heart because I know that while I'm here today and will play with him after dinner, someday I won't be here, I'll be another person that's abandoned him.  For now I cherish these moments and his sweet, beautiful smile.

Isaiah, left, and Nyoko

6:20 :  Bath time for all the kids.  Every other day or so I hold baby Benjamin while his house-mother bathes the other boys she cares for.  We like to look for birds or bats flying around and he'll point and follow them with his finger and say, "Ba.  Ba. Ba."  Today he tried to feed me his mango but I politely refused, not that you can tell from the picture.  This is possibly my favorite time of the day.



7:00 :  I go to the dining hall to help the older kids with their homework.  Most of them are busy writing letters to their sponsors so I play editor, ask them about their day, listen to their stories, quiz them in social studies or math, and write down a few new Arabic words for my personal dictionary.


8:00 :  With a coloring book and crayons in hand I head to Isaiah's room so the boys can color pictures, even their house-mother wants in on the action.

9:00 :  Lights out in the dorms so I head back to my room.  Read some emails, grade some papers, prepare some lesson plans, shower, take malaria pill, brush and floss, read, say some prayers. 

11:15 :  Crawl under my covers, tuck in my mosquito net.  A long, full, great day as usual.  Goodnight moon.

April 1, 2011

Faith and Mercy

How beautiful are these little girls?


Faith, on the left, and Mercy are all of three feet tall and hovering just above 25 pounds (when I said little I meant it!) and are pure adorableness.  Like so many of the children at Harvesters their mother died in childbirth, along with a third baby.  Their father already had four daughters and simply couldn't afford to feed two more little mouths.


Faith is the tomboy of the pair and is constantly covered in dirt and will, on occasion, come up to me and drop a handful of dirt on my feet and then run away giggling. She's playful,  rambunctious, clever and loves to tease.  She's also been known to fall to the ground crying until someone rushes to help her, then she'll instantaneously hop up and burst into laughter for fooling someone into thinking she was injured. Where do kids learn this stuff?


Mercy is much more timid and subdued but no less energetic than Faith.  She loves to watch the older girls dance so she can learn their moves and imitate them. Mercy would sit for hours on my lap, if we had the time.  Just this morning as I was walking to school she came running to the fence that separates the staff housing from the kid's area.  She grabbed my hand and pointed toward the mango trees behind me and said, "Mary, mango!  You bring to me so I can share with Faith." Sweet girl, I will give you all the mangoes I can find so you can share with your sister.