These Hard Times
Animal Farm.
Best Friends.
The corridor of my apt. complex. 24 rooms total.
My room. Gotta love Hanna-Barbera.
My room is on the left. The shower and toilet, straight ahead.
The other side of my room. I estimate these rooms to be no more than 12×12 feet.
Some of the school on a lazy Saturday.
Another part of the school.
I have written and rewritten this article many times. I’m trying not to say too much negative, but this has been a hard place. I’m teaching at a school in the Lake Victoria region of Kenya. The culture is male dominated. The people are not as friendly as in Uganda, by a long shot. The community is small and there is not much to do and most comforts are non-existent. I’m including some pictures of the area so you can kind of imagine what it might be like.
It has been hard since before I even got here. Yesterday made one week with this assignment. Actually, typing that makes me feel better! Time truly is progressing! Most of my past African situations were good. The one in Uganda that was bad, there was no question in my mind that I had to leave early. In this case, I felt God say “You need to stay.” I admit that I don’t always do what God says, but in this case I’m obedient.
