Market Day

(From Val, guest scribe) Last night was a special time at the dinner hour. It was so hot in the dining room that we went outside. And heard one of the African staff playing her guitar from her tukul. We invited her out and then sang hymns in the dark. Praise is a 3 year old African boy and he stole the show with his singing. Jennifer said she has recorded some of his songs for us to enjoy forever.
Today was market day in Yabus. So, most of us planned to take it in. Rick started his “Pastor’s Conference” this morning. He left on the back of a quad with 2 others. Not your typical mode of transport for a church conference. He reported a good turn out and mentioned more would be there the rest of the time since the market would then be closed.
At breakfast the hot water was all gone by the time I got there, so I poured my luke warm crystal light over my instant oats. While there Thomas came in, I asked him how he slept. His answer was, “I think this camp should eat more chicken, starting with the rooster.”
It was very hot in my tukul last night. Because it takes along time to cool down from the 124 degree high of the day.
Our group of shoppers left in the pickup because we were taking 9 bags of sorghum in for grinding. However, there turned out to be a tractor broken down on the bridge, leaving no way around except by foot. We locked up the pickup and set off.
Before leaving Peter asked Thomas how will we know how to find the market. In his dry Switzland accent he replied, “when you see all the parked donkeys you have arrived.
At the market we had to experience the local coffee house. While inside Kathy looked at her temperature gauge and it read 100 degrees. We bought some greens that look like basil, which Bethany’s family will enjoy tonight with their dinner.
As you can see its happening place, but I think I’ll close for now.
Another Servant, Val