I
left America two weeks ago today, but it feels like I’ve been in Swaziland for
months now. Much has happened, yet it feels like nothing
significant to report (other than the event of the previous post). After all, how do you put into words what has
become just daily life? I currently
operate on no set schedule, which is strange but beautiful. I choose my wake up times and bed times based
on the needs of the girls. Sometimes I’m
up early as the sun rises because I was awoken to tend to a sick child and
sometimes I’m up late, talking about life with two of the older girls until
midnight even though it was a school night.
Sometimes I try to set schedules but almost always they are interrupted,
like right now as the girls are all supposed to be in bed and I’m writing this
post on my laptop, Lucia, who is hyper and refusing to sleep, has climbed into
my lap speaking SiSwati that I don’t understand. Although interruptions to my personal time or
set schedule can be annoying, I’m trying to make the most of the daily joys. Like this message from Lucia: “nnnn,,,,../nnnmmmmm,,,,….. ” I think that means dinner was good tonight. So what about the other joys? Well, luckily for you, one of my students
gave me a journal on the last day of school to, as he wrote, “fill in these
pages with all the good and the not-so-good things that happen.” So, I’ll summarize the good and not-so-good
from the beginning of my departure.
Good:
My mom, dad, and brother Justin drove me to the airport in Chicago, so it was
nice to spend my last American moments with them.
NSG:
What they didn’t know was when they dropped me off it was at the wrong
terminal. I had my two luggage bags,
carry on, and one extra ministry bag of donated supplies. Needless to say, I couldn’t carry them all by
myself so I got a cart. The lady
directed me to the escalator to get to the tram to take me to the next
terminal. Really, the escalator? I’m
supposed to take the escalator with the cart? Now, to excuse the airheadedness that
followed, let me just remind you I’m moving to a different country and can
hardly think right and besides at the Johannesburg airport, you can take the
carts (a little different structure) on the escalator. So I did.
Whatever you are imagining probably happened. I got stuck at the bottom and literally had
to yell for help to get me and the cart off the escalator. Two men came rushing over, rescued me, then
scolded me and asked what country I had come from. The gentleman who helped me said carts were
not allowed on the trams either. How was
I supposed to get to my terminal then?
“I’ll help you, you help me,” he smiles.
Really? I have to pay off the guy
at the airport here in Chicago? I
thought that was only a Joburg thing. So
he “allows” me on the tram and I give him a few bucks. What a great start to my move overseas.
Not
so good: The flight from Chicago to Atlanta
was delayed for no apparent reason, and my love-hate relationship with Delta
continued. By the time my plane landed
in Altanta, my flight for Johannesburg would have just started boarding. My heart was pounding and I was already
nervous that I’d miss my flight. I tried
explaining to the flight attendant to see if I could get a seat up front but
she was no help.
Good: I decided to take it into
my own hands. I went up to the front
seats of the plane and asked some random stranger if he’d switch seats with
me. Luckily, he saw my panic and agreed to switch.
Not so good: When we landed my flight had already started
boarding and the flight attendant told me my next flight was in another
terminal.
Good: I was the first one off
the plane, (I even whipped past all those first class flyers), and I hustled
through the gigantic airport and made it to my gate on time! When I took my seat, I struck up a
conversation with young man next to me and we discovered we were both traveling
to Swaziland!
Not so good: I usually don’t get
sick on the flights but by the time the 16 hour flight was over, I was so
queasy I couldn’t even eat the last meal they served. Luckily, Musa was there in Joburg to welcome
me “home” with a sign, smile, and hug.
Good: After the 4 ½ hour drive
to Swaziland, Musa pulled up the girls home and we waited at the gate to get
let in. Sindi was the first one charging
down the porch and ran straight into my arms.
The other girls squealed and swarmed me with chatter and hugs. My sister Laura and friend Ally were also
there to welcome me “home!” They had
made a big sign in the entrance that said, “Welcome home Mama Kate!” After greeting all my girls, I said hello to
the ones I hadn’t yet met. Their eyes
got so big when I called them by name.
After a few more hellos and hugs, the girls all lined up and started
singing a chant with my name "MK" in it.
It was adorable. I went to sleep
that night exhausted and didn’t wake up until 13 hours later!
So this new home is definitely
filled with its goods and not-so-goods, but isn’t that what daily life
entails? Most of goods outweigh the bad,
so here are a few highlights from my first two weeks:
-We got our girls home van fixed
the second day I was here and when I returned to the home with it, the girls
all cheered and Gogo Martha hugged and thanked me. Sindi led us all in a prayer over the car!
-I rocked Luciano to sleep one night, and that's when I felt like I belonged.
-During worship at our first
church service, the gogo (grandma) next to me was getting down and
dancing! She could get lower than I can!
-I homeschooled three of the
girls with Rachel and Kiley. We did
reading and writing, took a short break, did addition and subtraction flash
cards, took a break, and ended with science and talking about the weather. It was a lot of fun!
-Kiley, Tenele, and I took a
walk to a nearby shop together and Tenele was hilarious, telling animated
stories along the way.
-We worked in the garden and
started it on fire (on purpose at first, but then it got out of control).
-Reading a book to Lucia before
bedtime and her falling asleep in my lap
-Rachel and Kiley slept over on
the weekend because Titi was gone and we watched She’s the Man on my
laptop. Nonhlanhla was laughing
hysterically and because it was so contagious that was the hardest I
(or any of the girls) have laughed before!
-Lucia loves doing my hair and says, "umuhle" (pretty) over and over. She was sticking the pick in my hair to make my new look complete.
-Two of our girls’ father died, so we had the funeral over the weekend. Although it was an extremely sad situation, it was absolutely amazing to see the girls cry for each other and console one another like a true family! Unity is greatest joy and victory that we can celebrate for our daily lives. Please continue to pray for us.
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