Ne ye zabre (Good evening), Or I guess
Ne ye windyga (Good afternoon/day) in your neck of the woods!
I'm currently in a village in western Burkina for a few days of training. Yes, more training (and there will be more after this). It's interesting to be in a totally new place. (They don't even speak Moore here; it's all Jula and a different local language, Sahn. I know NO Jula and obviously no Sahn. Not even one thing!) Though I'd rather be at site -- gosh do I miss it! I am safe and happy and getting in some down time with other volunteers. I'm excited that it's almost Easter, and I will be attempting to go to mass (entirely in sahn, of course!) Trying to see this all as yet another adventure. Please continue praying for Burkina and my work.
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| On the way in the back of a truck (and very dirty) |
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| Making Alicia's birthday cake |
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| The cake |
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| Local school talent show |
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| Kids who dyed Easter eggs |
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Local church people coming to greet us for Easter
P.S. For those of you concerned about the last post, I do hope that my message was understood as it was intended. Though it was a bit harsh, I don't apologize for what I said, and I certainly am not looking for more pity (it's a steep learning curve, but I'm up to it). The truth is, I spend a lot of my time here angry. Angry at injustices and poverty and suffering that stares me in the face every day, and angry at the ignorance America seems to have of entire countries and tribes and peoples and their stories. I truly believe that if we understood the depth of our brothers and sister's suffering, we would not allow others to remain ignorant. We would not remain silent.
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