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Africa 121: “I delight in weakness”
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Friday, August 5, 2011. 8220;I delight in weakness”. The sad reality of my last two weeks;. Do you feel bad for me yet? Pity me just a little? Well, stop it. This is the blessed reality of my last two weeks;. I asked, “Why God, why didn't you heal my leg? Good and He does what is best for me and all those who believe. But as I sit here, I think more about life and less about my leg. When you wake up, roll out of bed and stumble on both feet to the bathroom each morning, what makes you leave the house?
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Africa 121: Break a Leg Part III.
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Monday, July 25, 2011. Break a Leg Part III. They finally secured my stretcher in the back of the ambulance after hitting the front and back again. The journey to the hospital seemed like forever but I was determined to stay positive. I asked the woman sitting next to me, who had been with me on the Hill, her name was Light. 8220;Light how long have you been doing this job? 8220;13 years.”. 8220;Good. It's a good job. Saving people.”. She smiled and continued to look out the window. 8221; I asked. 8220;A...
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Africa 121: Break a Leg Part II.
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Sunday, July 24, 2011. Break a Leg Part II. Thank the Lord I had thought to remove the needed goods from my bag and my phone was still in tact. Who do I call? Again, thank the Lord there was reception. Sitting, sitting, sitting, sitting - in pain. No call from Suzie, so I called her again. She picked up, “Listen I've called Shungu and I'm going to pick him up so he can come find you. Do you know where you are. I think -”. I'm in serious trouble, can't you call the police or the hospital or something?
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Africa 121: The Dark Dilemma
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Friday, July 15, 2011. I didn’t think much could rival my most embarrassing moment; when I walked down a busy street in Accra, Ghana with my skirt tucked into my underpants exposing half my pantie covered bum to the world as I ignored multiple taxi drivers’ attempts to let me know - thinking they were trying to make a sale. Yea, that was pretty much mortifying. But Botswana has humbled me further. Okay, eye contact. Who really looks at your feet right? 8221; all the way to the bathroom and back. Who wou...
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Africa 121: People always say, “Break a leg!”
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Saturday, July 23, 2011. People always say, “Break a leg! This past weekend was a long weekend because Botswana celebrates President's Day for two days, so I had Monday and Tuesday the 18. Off I received my passport on Friday, that beautiful green and gold document with a disproportionately enlarged picture of my smiling face was all mine! 8221; - It was at home with the police report and every other document proving it had been stolen 3 weeks ago. “How do we know you're not here illegally? 1 It's name t...
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Africa 121: City life in Gaborone
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011. City life in Gaborone. Well life is slow, stagnant, frustrating, cold, dry, and God seems to only exist when I'm alone in my bedroom curled up on my bed with my bible next to me. But this is an incredibly flawed perspective and as I see it in word form before me now I know it's all a matter of perspective, a perspective of which I need to change. I Am' by Jill Phillips.). I tend to be drawn to the ladies who deliver papers around the office and the gals in the kitchen, they are ...
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Africa 121: Returning home to Namibia
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Thursday, July 14, 2011. Returning home to Namibia. Bernie has 4 brothers, two of which own farms, but not like the farms we think of in the States where there are large plots of rows and rows of crops or enormous amounts of cattle standing in their own poo, or even rolling green hills with beautifully trimmed horses - this was a game farm. Five hectors of endless amounts of shrubs, trees and long golden grass all hiding within it magnificent wildlife. The name of the farm is Immenhof and it serves as a ...
