21.1.09
Almost Time. Almost Ready. AGAIN.
* Packing for five months out of the country is easier the second time around.
* Leaving people you love for five more months is almost harder the second time around.
* Some of you have not seen my facebook pictures from South Africa (family memberrrrs. I love you. I'm glad I got to see you.)
Christmas In Africa http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2192754&l=c4d54&id=5619188
Am I beautiful? Yes I am. http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2192757&l=3a311&id=5619188
Christmas In Africa 2 http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2192755&l=e4b7e&id=5619188
Barbees In Africa http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2192503&l=198aa&id=5619188
Africa 3 http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2192489&l=6af2f&id=5619188
And that should be all of them.
I love you all TONS. Leaving is hard. Right now Egypt is a little bit more of a mystery to me than South Africa was when I left and I really don't know what to expect which is making it hard for me to be excited.
Let's be honest- I don't want to go, but I'm doing it anyway. I know that this is what God is asking me to do, regardless of how I am feeling about it. I fully expect Him to meet me there and to do amazing things with my time.
My Dad and I are having a Chipotle and Margarita father/daughter last night at home event. We are also watching the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, because I have a good father and I really want to see that movie before I leave in the morning.
Off to new adventures...
With love
kb
29.12.08
Liar, Liar Pants on Fire.
kb
28.12.08
Last one from South Africa...
"In a lot of ways I don't expect to come home from Africa. Maybe that means that the old me will be cast off and only the new me will return. Maybe my heart will be captured, leaving me defenseless, without the ability to leave. Maybe it is a side effect of giving yourself wholly to something that truly only you and God can understand. I guess we'll find out, won't we?"
21.12.08
It's almost time and I'm almost ready
If I’m going to see you sometime in the next month, know that I am excited about it and if I seem to not be, it’s just because seeing you means leaving here and while I am almost ready for that, I am not anywhere close to being excited about it.
kb
9.12.08
I am probably the best banana chocolate chip muffin maker in Komga
Kassi’s Open Arms Dictionary
(all words Xhosa unless noted)
Chini- kind of like ‘sheesh’
Hayi- No
Salapanse- Sit down
Lala poopa- Kind of like sweet dreams
Lala conmande- Something else that is nice to say to people who are going to sleep, I use it. I don’t remember what it means.
Umpocokho- African Salad
Poofy- Poop (crude? Maybe, but I live with 30 kids)
Lala poofy- Poopy dreams. Yeah, I know. Remember…30 kids.
Hamba- Go
Puma- Also go, I think one of them is nicer, I’m not sure which.
Maculu- Grandma
Tomculu- Grandpa
Nappies- Diapers
Kusasa- Morning
Ebusuku- Evening
Neenee- Small, a little
Yebo- Yes (Afrikaans)
Ewe- Yes
Lalapanse- Lay down
Molo- Hello
Bum/Bums- Bottom/rear/butt
Wena- You
Apa- Here/there
Amasi- Sour Milk
Enkosi- Thank you
Unjani- How are you?
Hoho- Monster, snake, spider, really anything that scares you
Var- True (Afrikaans)
Onvar- False (Afrikaans)
Tulla- Be quiet
Damu- bottle
Ageko umfanana Yesu- There is no one greater than Jesus
Things that I say/hear everyday that I think are funny…and that I probably won’t get to say/hear when I leave…
Conversation between me and anyone not wearing nappies who is still peeing the bed at night after 6 pm…
“Auntie Kassi please the water”
“Are you weeing the bed?”
“No”
“Ok, then yes the water”
“Ooooh someone is so stinky. Who needs a nappy change?”
Usually accompanying this sentence is another one where I ask one of the boys to find out which baby stinks. I do not want to stick my face down there to smell those nasties but the boys do not mind.
“Nomava! He says! He wants to sleep in the toilet!” –Sikilelwa (Nomava is a girl)
“I was see a sea lion! I was see it!” –Zimkhita, referring to a little watering hole on our driveway, where apparently she spotted a sea lion.
The kids keep eating the raspberries before they turn red, Phelisa was the culprit yesterday…
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing”
“Are you picking those berries again?”
“Yes”
“Are you supposed to be picking those berries?”
“Yes”
“No, no you are not”
“OK”
“Please go play somewhere away from the berries.”
“I’m picking the berries!”
“Do you want a timeout?”
“No, I want the berries”
While playing Candy Land, Zimkhita became very angry at the licorice spots that make you lose your turn, she kept landing on them, and determined not to land on the next one, shouted,
“I’m skipping you, you stinky bums!”
“What are you DOING?!”- Khanyisa
“Father Christmas is coming TOMORROW!”- Khanyisa, everyday since the beginning of last month
“Auntie Kwassi!” – Asanda
“Ina finned” – Asekho said this to everyone all the time for an entire week, we still don’t know what it means in any language
“Haaaaayi!” – Sanda
And what makes my heart smile every single day, no matter how crazy the kids are being is the prayer that all of them, from Asekhona all the way down to Sive bow their heads and close their eyes and fold their hands to sing before every meal…
“Tank you Jeeeeesus, tank you Jeeeeesus
Fo ou-wa food, fo ou-wa food
Many, many blessin’s, many many blessin’s
Aaaaamen, aaaaamen”
kb
5.12.08
Finding Perspective
We have an Oscar Romero poster in the hall and I can't remember if I already posted these words, but I like them. My time here is coming to an end entirely too quickly and I'm not handling it well. Sometimes I need a little bit of perspective.
We plant seeds that one day will grow
We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promises.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces effects beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that
This enables us to do something and to do it very well
It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way, an opportunity for God’s grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders, ministers, not messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.
kb
1.12.08
Really...
I should have written something about world AIDS day today...but I didn't. Hopefully I will
I am sad that my family is gone...but I am also happy to be back with my babies.
Happy Birthday to Sikho who is officially 2, but began his terrible 2's months ago. Good thing he is adorable.
AND Happy Birthday to Mickey Mouse who is 5 whole years old today and blew out his own birthday candle all by himself!
The faces that the babies made when I jumped into the playroom today after not seeing them for 8 days almost made my heart explode.
Hopefully I'll write more in the next few days, I'm just terrible at forcing myself to write.
love y'all
kb