I finally did it. I succumbed to peer pressure. We stopped off at a local restaurant in
The power went out last night right before I was going to update day 4. I was told this could happen, but by the time I packed up and got back to the room it came back on. The guest house has a generator so that helped. It lighted up the 5 lights in the entire building just fine. I guess its good the water heaters weren’t on or it may have overloaded the circuit.
Today was church day..It was hard to understand most of it because it was preached in another language, and the interpreter had an accent who talked half of the time when the preacher spoke. A couple of strange things happened to me. I will just give a few of the highlights. They like to dance. In fact, they all started doing the train thing. Keep in mind this was no white people train, they are all movin’ and groovin’ up and down the aisle. To my horror, the house mother attending service thought it would be nice to show me around. Needless to say, she put me on board the train. When I was a lost person, I hated dancing. Baptists are known for their lack of dancing. I can say I stuck to my convictions and I did NOT dance! I just did the obruni shuffle with everyone else;o). It seemed like hours, but was probably 5-10 minutes. I was one of the few who did not have a white handkerchief to waive around while I was doing the train. I did not shake my behind either like many of the other women. What was done was not irreverent, it was actually quite enjoyable (once I got off the train and I could watch from a distance). They even had tambourines and whistles of all things out among the congregation. They were definitely using them. Just think of reggae type worship music. I have seen some wild stuff on American T.V. which showed stuff similar to this, but I think this put a lot of the American churches to shame. Another bizarre moment was when the preacher told us to gaze into the persons eyes next to us. Then without notice everyone started praying. I would almost say this was in tongues, but everyone was speaking in a foreign language anyway, but it sure sounded like tongues to me. The lady yelled at me to start praying, so I just prayed like I usually would with my typical quiet Baptist prayer. I was warned about church services like this that receive multiple offerings as well. You have to do the train thing to go up front to put your offering in the box. I snuck around the side the first time, but the second time I got busted and was made to get back on board. The good thing was that it was a short trip. I think there was a third offering, and each time you thought church was over, it was like the Energizer bunny, it didn’t stop.
I had to leave to get something and when I came back the kids from the orphanage saw me and brought me into the building where children’s church was. There were dozens of kids and they were all doing the typical stare as they gazed at white man. All you have to do to them is smile and shake their hands and the next thing you know, they will shake over and over again. I have concluded that all of the kids in the area are nice kids who are just a little reserved at first. Most of the adults won’t look at you, but I say hello as I am passing by and almost every adult will smile and say hello. I think if we make good relations with the people here, any time someone comes in the future they will be just as, if not more welcomed. I can see the workers opening up a little more too. At the very minimum, if you go out of your way to be kind, that will open up things for a long time to come for the obrunis. I kind of feel like I am part of the obruni tribe now. Since it is mid day and the internet café is closed for most if not all of the day, I am going to stop here and include the rest of today on day 6….