9am Wednesday October 21 – 15th day – Stories Lost and Found
Yesterday I woke up feeling slightly better regarding the whole TD situation, so instead of getting a malaria test, which is what Dorcas wanted, she took me into town to go to the market, which is unbelievably large, to the point where I was completely lost winding through the tiny alleys of shops. Constantly guys were asking for me to take their picture. And once I started with one, everyone around them would want a picture too.
Apparently they thought I was going to take their pictures and sell them or something, so Dorcas kept telling everyone I was her son-in-law taking pictures to show the family back home to Canada, of all places. Pretty hilarious.
The market has pretty much anything you’d ever want. There’s a hardware section, clothing, food, toys, furniture. It’s overwhelming. But there will be pictures.
Later in the day when I was back home, a guy from the church dropped off his testimony, which he wants me to take back and share in America. Basically kid was abandoned, taken in by a church, reunited with his family, then his dad dies and his relatives attack his mom for whatever his dad left behind, money or whatnot. So his family spends a month or so living in the jungle, off whatever fruit they can find. Eventually he ends up being taken in by a missionary who brings him to Jesus, but still after that he ends up living in a bus station and getting beaten up and it’s a pretty depressing story.
But last night, after teaching the staff some more video stuff, we went to Dorcas’ home for some traditional Zambian food, which was all very interesting even if I wouldn’t necessarily want to eat most of it again. I was even out til 10! It was nice, being in a home, sitting around talking. It felt good. Dorcas has a son named Pietro who is a monster, though. The kid gets into everything, climbs everything, basically a whirlwind of destruction. Pretty entertaining.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat. Didn’t sleep very well either. I’ve thought about it, and I really just want to be able to say I’ve HAD malaria, not actually go through having it. Not that I think I have it. Just that I don’t feel well and don’t want to find out I have it.
