Installment 11

Installment 11
So, today started in the morning for us and I suppose that it has for you as well. Because it is Sunday, all the kids slept in…..oh wait, I already used that gag. OK, so I’m weak on creativity. I did stay in my room until 7:30 or so, which would be 7:30 or 8:30 pm for most of you…not the ones in Austrailia…did I tell you that I have avid followers in Austrailia? Now that I am being published world wide, I expect that I will be able to support my missionary habit with all the royalties that will be rolling in. That should hold me until I get my patent for snot uses.. I have a small 10 x10 ft room with a bathroom with shower (albeit a suicide shower) sink and toilet. The room also has a view…mostly it is blocked by black faces looking in, but someday I may get to see what is beyond the milling herd. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a zoo, or at least part of a zoo. There must be a sign somewhere that says “Do not feed the Babu” because I can honestly say that I haven’t had any food since I’ve been here….well maybe not so honestly….I guess to come clean, which can’t be done when the kids are around, I have begun to actually LIKE some of the stuff we have for dinners….I keep hearing this voice in my head…”resistance is futile….you will be assimilated” Creeps me out.
Because Toyota was in a bad mood today, we didn’t go into town to visit English Lady. Well that’s not the real reason, but it’s really none of your business, or else I would tell you….that’s the way Jeff put it to me, anyway. So for some unknown reason, the older kids gave me some breathing space today. I hope that it was because they saw that I needed some time to myself, but I suspect that they gathered together for a planning session…I’m sure I will face new tactics and energy tomorrow. The time alone was wonderful, until I realized that I was alone….I know, I should have figure out that time alone means time ALONE. Once again, ‘anticipation trumps realization’ So, after basking in my new found freedom for about 5 minutes, I set out to find the little buggers….when they saw me coming, they all began running for Jeff, screaming “Baba Jeff, Baba Jeff, there is something wrong with Babu!!” Therefore I learned something….offense could be my best defense.
I did some reading, and practicing Swahili…not Jeff’s words, but some I can use around Christian people. There is a local pastor that comes out on Sundays and Wednesdays to love on the kids….I think I told you in one of my earlier volumes. He is a great guy and his wife combs out the girls hair and then braids and probably ties in knots this explosion of brillo that materializes from her combing. They love the kids, and vise versa. Anyway, Pastor Sam…..I think his name might be Sam…hence the Sam part of the name…..I don’t think his first name is Pastor…maybe they reverse their names sometime….yeah, that makes sense, Sam Pastor…..would someone slap me please!! What was I saying…..he told me that his mentor that led him to Christ told him to never trust a white person. So when he began to come to a ‘bible study’ a J & C’s a number of years ago, he stayed very quiet and reserved. Then he felt like God said the he should get involved with Instep.. his immediate response…”get thee behind me, Satan” Why would God use white people? Sometime, I wonder the same thing….or why would He use people. “So what changed your mind?” “or have you” I say, pulling my shirt sleeves and hat down. “Jeff and Carla“…“mostly Carla” (my interpretation) he says. I’m thinking at the time, cool, just exactly what Jesus is up to, using people to touch people….even Jeff….maybe there is hope for me. So PS loves on the kids and keeps pointing them to Jesus….helping to change the world one kid at a time….and God changed PS’s heart to accomplish His work. See, there is hope for all of us.
As the day progressed, I found myself playing with kids and holding babies…unfortunately for me, they have the gift of mind control and so are making me fall in love with them….I’m not to blame! Tonight I tried to read to the older kids, but it began raining so hard that we couldn’t hear ourselves think….which if I ever heard myself think, it would probably scare the bageezus out of me. The roof is tin and the rain is much harder than you can imagine, plus it had hail in it….so much for the tropics. We will try again tomorrow night….oh yeah, the power went out just as I began to read….luv my headlamp. I’m working on a plan to dig my own reservoir to hold electricity so we will have a backup source. There was enough in the air with the storm tonight to keep this place lit up like Vegas.
I’ll quit, so you can get some medication to counter act this blog, but I do want to tell you that I lied about Abigail…she is alittle over 1 years old. On the other hand, Gloria…the baby the ants tried to eat, is really close to walking…she’s probably thinking it’s her only way to escape all these kids...hmm, walking, why didn't I think of that.