the feeling of taking a bath with only a bucket of water,
how it feels to turn on the shower and gasp for breath as the cold water stole my oxygen
the exhilaration
what it was like to use my underwear as a washcloth
and what it means to my hands when the only option is to hand wash my clothes
i had forgotten
washing your hands with soap isn't a priority here
that sinking feeling when drunk men chase me with lips puckered, asking for a kiss
"i love you mommy, give me a kiss"
how much i love to roast ground nuts and how much i love to eat with my hands
how sweet it is to bake with naomi and have the children waiting eagerly to taste
the feeling of isolation when being the only mzungu for day
how much i love the smell of the dirt and the vibrancy of the color green
i had forgotten
those big green mangoes i love to eat
the joy that fills my heart when i hear africans sing, white teeth shining
the adventures of taking the bus
having the caponias using me as bait to get more customers
the feeling that maybe everyone only wants my money and not my heart
i had forgotten
how much i love black skin
how much i hate snakes
how much i love chimanga, roasted maize
how much bread is consumed in africa
mopani worms
how easy it is to gain weight here
the sweet, delicious taste of coke from a glass bottle, perspiring in the heat
i had forgotten how much i truly love africa
why is it so easy to forget?
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I didn't feel well enough to go to church today and have been on the computer. God led me to a website of a missionary I know. I read her first blog which talks about her first missionary trip to Africa over 25 years ago. I was challenged and thought you might enjoy reading it, too.
http://maryanninmanila.blogspot.com
go to her first blog on the list back in 2003
Her first mission trip was to Africa.
I hadn't seen your blog recently, shame on me! so I'm going to read that too. It shows me your heart and helps me to know how to pray for you. May God Bless You!!
That was so beautiful!
I forgot how much I miss Megan
I forgot how she makes me laugh hard while painting in her panties
I forgot how she listens to my woes
I forgot how she makes me feel inspired to do more than I thought I could.
COME HOME MEGAN! at least for awhile!
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