Here are some photos of people around these parts:
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I might as well start with the most interesting photo, though I won’t actually tell you about the spitting cobra until later in the post (skip to there, I suppose, if you’re anxious)….
I spent a couple of days this last week in Mwakiwasha village. [You guys are familiar with Mwakiwasha village; we did a couple of photo tours there a while back: mwanza to mwakiwasha and a visit in mwakiwasha village.] The whole family went out Monday, mostly just to greet everyone, though we also worked out some dates for vaccinating chickens, harvesting rice, and having the interns stay a few days. It was Harper’s first village visit ever, and our friends were very happy to meet her.
Yesterday, though, my visit was for some farm work. Continue reading
A couple of blog posts worth reading, which are nearer to me than — and therefore not relegated to — a morning blend post. There’s no real theme here, unless we want to call it “missionary life in East Africa?”
From my friend, Bobby Garner, who works in Uganda.
“Approaching the hospital, Tappe told us the baby had crowned. Actually it was more like, “He’s about to fall”. My response was, “Absolutely not!” Tappe’s next words were “He fell!” Ronald and I simultaneously looked on the floor for a baby. We didn’t see one. Then we noticed a baby on the seat as Tappe hovered above. Ronald quickly scooped the little boy up. The baby let out a gurgled cry.”
And from Duane and Jenny Dixon, who are adopting a cute little girl from Ethiopia and, as a result, were able to visit Carson and Holly last week here in Geita. They took a lot of great photos of Geita, the surrounding areas, and of some of our neighbors. [And if you look backwards on their blog a post or two, you can see pictures of their beautiful little girl, Selah. They actually passed court while in Geita.]
My favorite photo of the many:
And I just happened to notice that Jude’s friend in the photo isn’t wearing any pants, but is wearing a very strategically placed button-up shirt under his jacket. Then I noticed that in all of these pictures, this little boy happens to be covered up with great care. For example:
Nathan Bierma explains the difference between being “free to” and being “free from,” and why that difference is important to Christians.
An analogy of salvation from a basketball story (and a true one at that).
I always enjoy what Brant Hansen has to say. And he, like me, does not tithe. Here, he explains why. Why he doesn’t tithe, that is — he doesn’t list my own reasons, the chiefest of which is that tithing is how the government gets your name and information for jury duty.
“We have a family that is spending $38,200 per year. The family’s income is $21,700 per year. The family adds $16,500 in credit card debt every year in order to pay its bills. After a long and difficult debate among family members, keeping in mind that it was not going to be possible to borrow $16,500 every year forever, the parents and children agreed that a $380/year premium cable subscription could be terminated. So now the family will have to borrow only $16,120 per year.”
If you’re looking for the perfect Father’s Day gift, you need look no longer.
A funny little photo essay to remind us how blessed we are — okay, maybe that wasn’t the author’s purpose. But it should remind you of how blessed you are. Though, to be completely honest, some of the list just makes me miss the U.S. all the more. Like…
- “I took such a long shower this morning that the hot water ran out.”
- “My local deli sliced my meat at 1 rather than 1/2, and now my sandwiches are too tall.”
Mark Twain called this book perfect. English As She Is Spoke was an accidental comedy masterpiece. It was intended to be an English phrase book, but was translated using a Portuguese to French text and then a French to English one. The end result is quite funny.
An entire blog devoted to being a satire of “creative” photography. It’s no longer being updated, but is easily good for a couple of laughs.
Powered by Google, this site’s pretty impressive. Especially if you enjoy walking through art museums.
A short but significant reminder to put into practice the words of God.
The Seven Deadly Sins in chart form to show what happens when they “crossbreed.”
You should breathe into your stomach, you should squat while pooping, and a list of five other things you’re not doing correctly.
Use your mouse to control the sun. [That's kind of a funny sentence.]
Since we’re on the subject of photography, these images are pretty remarkable.
Any fans of Bottle Rocket in the house? There’s got to be. This awesome fan-site has recreated Dignan’s 50-year plan for all to read. The larger site is worth looking at as well. And if you’ve not seen the movie, you’re really missing out.
“One morning, over at Elizabeth’s beach house, she asked me if I’d rather go water-skiing or lay out. And I realized that not only did I not want to answer THAT question, but I never wanted to answer another water-sports question, or see any of these people again for the rest of my life.”
If you’re a fan of linguistics, you’ll really enjoy this site. If you’ve ever wondered what percentage of Americans pronounce mayonnaise like you do, you’ll enjoy this site. If you say “vinegar and oil” instead of “oil and vinegar,” you’re definitely in the minority. And if you don’t call it a firefly or a lightning bug — but instead a “peenie wallie” — then you are just plain strange (and probably from Wisconsin).
It’s Easter Sunday, and we’ve just returned home from a day with the church in Kasilo village. I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow (lots of photos to download) — but today I thought I’d catch everyone up on what Baylor’s been doing lately. So here are some pics of our little girl. And Happy Easter!
A thriving metropolis, Geita, Tanzania is not.* Though opportunities for running do abound. We’ve got a single paved road and lots of dirt roads, bicycle paths, and goat trails. They pass from town to country, over mountains and through forests.
One day a week I run the mountains behind our house. And because
of Janie’s incessant whining I thought it might be interesting to some of you, I’m posting photos from this morning’s run.
It takes five minutes or so of running to get to the trailhead. So my “warmup” is past my neighbors’ houses and gardens, waving hellos and shouting greetings to those I see.
Any run in Geita is going to teach you at least a little about the culture and lives of many Tanzanians. Above is a photo of a family mining for gravel. It sells for $35-40 per small dump truck load… if you’ve got your own dump truck. Also in the photo is a large water reservoir which is meant to supply a third of Geita with its water. [Did I tell you guys we haven't received city water since July of last year?]
It takes me 15-17 minutes to climb the roughly 1000 feet from my house to the top of the mountain.
My GPS watch measures the distance to be almost exactly a mile from my house to the top of the mountain. And the peak — more like a ridge — sits at nearly 5300 feet above sea level (just about a mile).
These mountains are technically part of a Tanzanian national forest. For that reason, there are some wild animals around. On this particular run I saw two olive baboons and a vervet monkey. I wasn’t fast enough, though, to get photos of any of them. Sorry, guys. I let you down.
Although the area is a national forest, it isn’t exactly treated as such. Trees are being cut down for firewood and charcoal. Gravel is being mined. Pits are being dug in order to harvest mud for brick-making (and that too requires firewood). All of these activities are illegal inside the national forest, but a few small bribes in the right pockets go a long way in turning the heads of those with power.
There’s not a whole lot to the town of Geita. We’re told we have a population of anywhere from 50,000 to 200,000. It’s hard to tell which is the more accurate number; neither figure seems correct when looking at the town’s infrastructure.
The Sukuma people are famous for their cows. And the above cows are some of the finest in Geita. Not many farmers take their cattle to the mountaintop — I can imagine it’s tough to get them up there — so the grazing seems to be particularly good. There’s also plenty of water for them to drink except during the driest of seasons.
There are a lot of trails up and down the mountain, and nearly just as many on top. I get lost during about half my runs. But remembering which side of the mountain I’m supposed to go down is all that’s really important. Down is always down — one side goes home, and the other not so much.
Admittedly, this last photo wasn’t taken on a well-traveled trail. But it is how I get to a particular rock I like to climb above the main spring on this side of the mountain.
The views are pretty spectacular considering that during this run I was never more than about 2 miles from our house.
It’s also nice that there still remains a few areas with large trees and a canopy providing good shade. This is also where the vervet monkeys hang out.
The photo above was taken on future Neema House property. For those of you who don’t know, Neema House is our team’s planned care center for orphaned children and broken families. The property sits about a mile up the hill from our house, just before the mountain turns steep.
If any of you are ever in the neighborhood, and want to go for a run… let me know. You’re more than welcome. Really. And I’ll make you some great coffee and better-than-average pancakes.
* Although technically Geita is a metropolis: the capital or chief city of a country or region.
Waiting for lunch one afternoon in Bulyahelu village, I was sitting with a group of men in their shack of a church building. Somehow the conversation turned to fishing (Lake Victoria is nearby), and I was privy to a disagreement concerning the different species of fish in the lake. After some discussion, one of the church elders said, “Let’s ask Brett; he probably knows.”
All eyes turned to me, as I was expected to settle their dispute. Each man leaned in, eyebrows furled — not in anger, but in eager anticipation — as the elder asked, “Brett, are there 17 kinds of fish? Or 18?”
At first I was confused. I quickly considered the possible options: In Lake Victoria? In Tanzania? In the world? None of the possibilities allowed for such a small number, so I asked, “In the world?”
“Yes, in all the world. We know there are tilapia, Nile perch, catfish…” – they began to name the 17 they’d apparently agreed on.
Now… I didn’t know how many types of fish there are in the world; I hated to even venture a guess. Though I knew it was surely in the thousands (I’ve since looked it up: 31,900 species*). I decided that, to these Sukuma men, thousands were not much different than hundreds — and I might seem more believable if I used a smaller number. [Is it ever right to lie?] So I responded with, “I think there are more than 500 kinds of fish.”
Eyes grew wide and bodies leaned backwards in unison, as if there’d been an explosion in the center of our little circle. I felt I should justify my answer… and give them a good excuse for not knowing so many fish existed in the world. So I began explaining that usually ponds have the least number of fish species. And that lakes and rivers have more. But in the ocean — something none of them have ever seen – “In the ocean there are more kinds of fish than you could ever imagine,” I stated in my best exaggerated children’s storybook voice.
That’s when talk turned to Dar es Salaam and how the Tanzanians on the coast probably see lots of fish not in Lake Victoria. “And they’ll eat any kind of fish they catch. They don’t care; they eat anything!” one of the men cried out, almost in disgust.
Another older man was deep in thought. He wanted to know if people in Dar ate this one particular kind of fish that he’d seen only in pictures. He began to describe it:
“Well, these fish are really big — the size of a person! And they look like any other fish on the bottom half… with tails and scales and everything else. But at the top — up top they’ve got a woman’s head and lady boobies!”
I didn’t say a word. And fortunately no one asked me for clarification on that one.