The Proposal:-
Remember Charles (the crazy guy with the uncomfortably high pitched voice)? Well, he re-appeared on Sunday night…and he attempted to buy Stephanie into wifehood (Sorry, I still can’t think of a way to make the dowry sound normal). So Charles, who had his game-face on throughout the whole negotiation, set the price at 2 cows (I’d like to add that he was wearing a 7-11 hat(probably trying to save cash up for a Big Gulp). As you can probably guess, Charles’ asking price wasn’t exactly met with the reaction that he was hoping for…
Wataturu Visit:
-Last Wednesday, we traveled to the the Wataturu land and camped out overnight. As I was setting up my tent, I discovered a holes in the lining. Although I wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of snakes, ect… crawling in while I was asleep, I didn’t really have another option, so I popped a couple Tylenol PMs and cranked up my IPOD. Fr. Michael woke us up to watch the sunrise, which was really cool. All in all, a good adventure!
-Crazy Pentacostals:
The day after Chris and Garrett arrived, a large RangeRover pulled into the village. Just as we were sitting down for breakfast, out marched this GUY named Torrie (never trust a guy with a girl’s name…who also has an uncanny resemblance to the lead singer from the Fray). Torrie, the self-proclaimed “leader” of a group of Pentacostals, based out of California, approached the house with Bible in hand. As he began introducing his posse to us (shooting out scriptural references left and right...), I noticed that they kept this African woman in the back of the car. When Torrie finally did take a breath, I asked him why she wasn’t outside with all of us (I was secretly hoping he’d turn around in her direction and yell back “Where were you?”…if ya don’t get, you’re old). He told me that she didn’t feel comfortable to come out with us….blah blah blah… Although we’ll never know what her deal was, I think it was symbolic of what sometimes goes on over here. Without going into too much more detail, there’s a lot of people who go into these areas in an attempt to make a quick buck…also, a major reason why East Africa hasn’t really been able to get on its feet. It just gives me a greater appreciation for Fr. Donnie’s work.
“Shoulda Gone to Yale!”:
-By now, I think everybody knows that my IQ is about half of Stephanie’s. For example, she’s picked up more of the language in a couple months than I have in four. This week, however, I think we reached a new level…With the internet being essentially dead, Steph discovered that Minesweeper came with my computer. A couple days ago, I gave the game a try after lunch and lost (just like EVERYONE else…one interesting note: the explosions…WHEN YOU LOSE…are way cooler in the updated version).
Unfortunately, I made the mistake of leaving my laptop in Stephanie’s house that afternoon. After our nightly prayer (clearly my favorite evening activity…), she attempted to teach me how to play because “it’s really easy and all you need to do is use logic and common sense…” Lo and behold, I never got past EASY and even the EXPERT Minesweeper got frustrated with my lack of logic and common sense (For what it’s worth she also does ADULT puzzle books for fun...Probably gonna get in trouble for this...cyaaaaa)
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