The Bombs Bursting in Air

Bombs literally were bursting in air over Maputo yesterday. This is the way a news agency described it: "A series of powerful explosions rocked Maputo on Thursday afternoon, as once again obsolete military equipment stored in an arsenal of the Mozambican Armed Forces (FADM) in the outer suburb of Malhazine blew up."

Helena and I were sitting in the office and suddenly we started hearing thunder. I kept looking at the blue sky and wondering where the storm was. Then we saw a cloud of smoke in the distance and Helena got a call from a friend who said the arsenal was blowing up because of the heat. A couple of loud booms rocked the office and rattled the windows and people decided it was a good time to go home.

At home I watched TV and saw many people walking away from the noise. Some were looking for their children who just left school, others were just walking, they didn't know where. Most looked afraid. I wasn't too worried because the arsenal is pretty far away but then I heard that the bombs have a range of 30 km. We had two loud blasts that rattled our windows and the second one shook our 5-story building. All I could do was pray and trust God to be my strong tower.

TV footage started showing the injured and dead being taken to the hospital. As of this morning they are reporting 72 dead and 300 injured although I'm sure that number will increase. Many houses have been damaged or destroyed. I just got a call from Amelina whom I wrote about in a previous blog. They are asking people to evacuate Zimpeto because there are still unexploded bombs there. So it looks like she and her family will spend some time with us.

Steve is on his way home from Zambia today. The airport here is closed until they remove debris from the runway. If his afternoon flight is canceled he will come back with a WR driver who is taking a group to Jo'berg today.

It's time like these where we really know we need to depend on God. I'm extra thankful today for His protection. Your prayers for Maputo and Mozambique are appreciated.

Greetings around the world

Since we’ve been here, I’ve seen several different kinds of greetings.

Of course, you know the American way—stand and look at each other and say Hi. Every now and then you give a handshake or if you’re close to someone, a hug. That’s it. Well, the rest of the world is a bit different.

In Mozambique the standard is two kisses on the cheeks. Actually, it’s not really a kiss, it’s more like cheek to cheek. Sometimes I need a towel because some people really sweat! And there are a couple of different kinds of hand shakes that are a bit hard to describe, I’ll just show you sometime. If the hands are dirty, then you grab arms. You always ask how they are: “Como esta? Estou bem, obrigado or graças a Deus.” If they ask you how you are, but you forget to ask them, they will just tell you “eu tambêm” or me too.

I made the mistake of thinking all Africans kissed. Once I kissed a Malawian guest and felt him stiffen up. I think in Malawi they just hug or shake hands. South Africans are more about hugs and shakes also.

In France it’s three kisses. Two is plenty for me …

In a tribe in Nigeria they get down on the ground like they would be doing a pushup. I’m trying to imagine that as you walk down the street and see several people you know.

Then I saw two Congolese men who bumped foreheads. I’d heard of rubbing noses like the Eskimos, but foreheads? I think they did it three times, left, right, left.

I found a website that has lots of other greetings from other cultures. It’s fun reading if you’re interested - http://www.brucevanpatter.com/world_greetings.html

So, hugs, kisses and shakes to you all.

Tshembeka - Faithfulness

Today my work included interviewing some folks involved with World Relief for a story that will be sent to our church partners in the U.S. I thought I'd share one story here as well.

Luisa Vilanculos, pastor of a 300 member church in Maputo (in red at right), is grateful to be a member of Tshembeka, the WR HIV/AIDS program in Mozambique. The community used to only hear about AIDS. Now they learn, they are open, they know what is dangerous and what is not. Her home and church have changed. She accompanies people for testing and supports them if it is positive. Luisa tells people, “You need to know if you’re well or not, not to live in the dark.”

Pastor Vilanculos shared that in Tshembeka they are like a family. They visit and help each other. Before Tshembeka came to their community they used to only visit believers. Now they go to any house, any religion. They have good relationships and sometimes serve as intermediaries in families. Some of the people they visit come to church now. The Tshembeka volunteers in the church care for 56 orphans and at least 60 people who are HIV positive. AIDS is increasing. Many are in denial and don’t want to be visited in their homes, but will go to other homes. Young people listen but don’t change. The pastor says, “Their spirits are dry. God needs to open their eyes.” Luisa talks about AIDS from the pulpit and tells the congregation that this is serious, it’s not a game.

Children are victims of youth and men. The rumor goes around that having sex with a virgin cures AIDS. So the church teaches their Sunday School children to be careful, and not take money from any men. The volunteers accompany them, they help them cook, clean and sometimes sleep there. Then the community knows that someone is looking after these children.

The pastor applied for a grant from the Mozambican government and it was granted for six months. With it she furnished clothes, food, school fees for orphans. She reapplied but was told she needed to have a project to make a profit for a revolving fund. They have not figured out what to do and so they are without funds once again. They have the will to help, but not the means.

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This is where we come in with ideas for microenterprises. Sadly, we can't reach everyone who would like a loan to get started, but we do what we can. We were very happy to learn that at least 11 chicken-raising groups have paid off their chicken house loans and are well on their way to having a sustainable business.

Finally Bilene

I felt like a math whiz last week during the microenterprise training course I taught at Iris Ministries. When that is the case it must be because other's math skills are really elementary! We were working on finding out how much a woman with a batik business spent per meter to get her finished product. It involved some division, addition and figuring percentages to come up with her final price. Some got it, but there were a lot of glazed over eyes as they tried it on their own in groups and then as I worked it out on the blackboard.

Sadly, this says a lot about the Mozambican educational system. Most of these people have at least a 7th grade education and they should have learned this by 4th or 5th grade, but apparently it wasn't learned or it didn't stick. But then, how much can you learn in only three hours per day? That's how long the average child is in school in the public system. On the news this week they reported on a school up north that was scheduled to be finished in 90 days but is still a shell with classes starting next week. They are planning to have 3,000 students sitting under the trees as their classroom. All the books and materials are stacked from floor to ceiling in the director's small mud room office. Somehow, I don't think much learning will take place in that setting.


At training I met a woman named Amelina (in center of picture). She was always there early, eager to learn and a good teacher as well. She told me she loved to crochet, so I gave her some thread and she showed me her handiwork. It is beautiful and she uses no patterns, just looks at things to reproduce them. She and her husband have three small children and no jobs. She says things “are bad.” She would love to crochet all day if she could find a market that would pay her what it is worth. If anyone reading this is interested in having something made, contact me or e-mail me a picture of what you’d like done and we can discuss it. I could bring things home in May when we come for meetings, graduations and Janelle and David’s wedding.

This week we spent time with the leaders of WR. First we made some home visits. The home my group went to was a family with six children 9 and under. Both parents have AIDS and the mother was just sitting under a tree and hardly able to move. His mother lives 1 km. away and they have no one else living with them. WR volunteers come by most days to check that they are OK. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen to these six children when they are orphaned. They will receive some help with food, but who will train them, parent them and love them, see that they get their homework done, protect them? Nine is awfully young to be the head of a household, especially with a sickly infant. It’s hard to even imagine what it will be like for them.


We then traveled to two villages. In one village several of the WR leaders met with community leaders to talk about the model village that is being set up there. A large donor from the U.S. has designated money for that village and now the challenge is to use it appropriately with their input. We slept in tents and reed houses and I even saw a rainbow overhead from the roofless outhouse. That’s not an every day occurrence! It was also nice to see the field that is being prepared for an ag project. Some of the volunteers were out digging a trench for the irrigation pipes. Most jobs are done together in community, whether it’s carrying water, preparing food or digging.

The next stop was Bilene for our meetings. It is about a half hour off of the regular route we take when we go to Chokwe. (Rachel has always wanted to go there.) It is the slow season for tourism, so one of the hotels gave us a good deal. It is on a lagoon that felt like a big bathtub, with great Indian Ocean breezes. Each day after strategic planning (which sometimes got a bit long) we played beach volleyball with a soccer ball and now we have sore hands and arms, but it was a lot of fun. It was a good break from all the mental activity and sitting.


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Coincidences? and more

When we went to South Africa we were asked to share a bit at the church we were visiting. Steve read the passage from Acts that tells of the Macedonian call and that we were looking for someone to come and help us start Ancient Paths in Mozambique when we were put in contact with their pastor. Later the pastor got up and said that when he got Steve’s first e-mail he wasn’t sure what to do with it. But he prayed and got the distinct impression that this was a “Macedonian call” that he should answer.

Sunday we visited the Tembe’s church outside of Maputo that we talked about in our last newsletter. They have been wanting help with the church as they have been involved in a mixture of Christianity and traditional religion and now want to drop the traditional religion. Steve had prepared a sermon from I John 2 that talks about little children, young men and fathers. He talked about spiritual maturity and that we start as little children and then grow into maturity. Later a letter was read and presented to us that in part said that they were “young newborn children needing the milk of the Word” and that as children they need the strengthening of the Reverend Pastor and Pastora (new titles for us!). The letter was prepared well before we arrived.

Later they set up a table for us and the leaders and served Coke and crackers. One of them looked at me and said, “You could come and share with the women during the week.” He went on to describe almost exactly what I had thought of the first time we visited—doing a small Bible study, praying together, teaching some skills or crafts or maybe teaching some to read, just relating together.

So are all these coincidences or is God working behind the scenes? I choose to believe the latter.

On Friday morning I, Steve, got up early and went out to the local hatchery where we get our chicks. I took our driver and project manager to orient them on loading the truck to carry 3000 plus day old chicks. When we arrived I could tell immediately that they were not ready for us. There were almost no chicks and none were in the proper shipping container that we normally use. After some inquiry, they told us they didn’t have enough chicks because the heat from earlier in the week had damaged the hatch. We could only get 600 of the 3100 we had scheduled to transport and they were going to have to hand sort those 600 while we waited. We thought not!

It had been as hot as we have had it for two days--100 F. Rachel was out doing microenterprise training in Zimpeto both of those days and found that using a hand fan, made her feel hotter. It was adding insult to injury by pushing more hot air around - kind of like standing in front of a furnace!

On the way back to the office we drove by the dump. Since I was driving, I almost didn’t catch it, but there were a bunch of day old chicks that some hatchery had disposed of. They had been dumped on a tarp and people were sorting through them to find the “living among the dead.” They looked like they had been through a mud puddle. Instead of being all yellow and fluffy, they were reddish brown and all matted down. I can only suppose that the people collecting them will either try to sell them or take them home and raise them for food. Who knows, some might even make it to a dinner plate. I am still shaking my head.

Today is the deadline for the submission of a grant proposal for a coconut project to the Gates Foundation. Our colleagues have been working around the clock and Steve has put in lots of extra time as well. There have been many Skype calls to Indiana and Nicaragua but thankfully the end is in sight. Now the praying begins!

South Africa - a land of many contrasts

We've just come back from a wonderful break. The WR office was closed for the holidays. The first week we stayed in Maputo and did some work as well as relaxed. Then we went to South Africa. We stayed at Mercy Air, a missionary aviation ministry that has some extra housing. They are in the country with beautiful grounds and mountains in the background.
We were greeted by a troop of monkeys climbing through the trees. We were also entertained in our apartment by a toad just as we were getting ready for bed. Hmmm, Steve took that one out but then I saw another one hopping behind the kitchen cupboard. We decided not to pursue him. The next morning I was keeping my eyes open for him but he was nowhere to be found. I went to straighten a sofa cushion and who should be looking up at me but Mr. Toad! I was surprised to say the least. Good thing I didn't sit on him.


Our apartment was built around a big rock which protruded out of the wall--a bit unusual. Here's Steve trying to rearrange the furniture.


We spent a full day exploring waterfalls, canyons (the Blyde Canyon is the third largest in the world), and just enjoying some of God's incredible creation. They say pictures are worth 1,000 words, so here are a few.







Friday we went to visit some folks that we met through Ancient Paths, who live close to Johannesburg. We drove through corn fields and it all looked like the Midwest. It was very strange to think that we were still in Africa. Then we began seeing what looked like nuclear energy plants. Later we found out they produce electricity, liquid fuel, fertilizer and chemicals from coal which is mined in the area. The strip mining doesn't look so pretty. I guess some of the mines are like underground cities with roads and street lights.

We've heard about all the crime in Jo'berg but in this community there is not much besides petty thefts and carjackings. (Yeah, watch out if you have a nice car.) We found it interesting that people don't have guards like they do in Maputo. In our hosts' big yard and house, it really felt like we'd been transported to the U.S. But then sometimes we'd be driving along through the countryside and there would be a mud hut, or a township with houses/shacks made of tin. We were reminded that we were still in Africa and that S Africa is a very complex country. The rich are getting richer and the poor are still poor. Apartheid hasn't been gone that long and though they have come a long way, there is still evidence of some attitudes and separation between the races.

Saturday we watched the videos of Level II of AP without the small group part. We'll do it right later, but it was good to get the lecture content. It will take more than one time through to really grasp the concepts.

Sunday after church we took off for the other world we live in 6 hours away. We were happy to sail through the border. Going into SA was another story as many miners are heading back to work. It looked like they would have to wait many hours.

Now we're back to reality with plenty to do and a WR staff member from Malawi coming to spend the next several weeks with us.

I'll leave you with one last picture of one of the strangest flowers I've seen. I'm constantly reminded of how creative and imaginative God is!

Xai-Xai Beach

Saturday we took some of the kids from Chokwe that do the microenterprise trainings to the beach. Most of them have only been there a few times even though they live about 1 hour away. Public transportation costs about 2-3 days' wages and traveling just for fun isn't a common thing. But they did have fun and so did we, although we got a bit burned.


A handsome man in his sombrero!












We lost track of how many wedding parties showed up at the beach. Apparently most were there for pictures although there was always a group and singing as well.




Happy New Year everyone!

Feliz Natal

It's Christmas night and we've just had a very nice afternoon with friends. Two families from Rwanda joined us for a meal and the afternoon. They are both refugee families with long and interesting/tragic stories that we are still learning about. I once asked Raquel (on the right in the green dress) about her family and she told me they are all gone, meaning they were all killed during the genocide. She was spared because she was away at a boarding school at the time.

It was an interesting meal--a potluck including pizza, chapatis, fried rice, flat chicken (they flatten it when they cook it), fruit salad, fries, and other goodies including buckeyes and ice cream for dessert. Definitely not your typical Christmas meal, but there was plenty of food and it seemed to be enjoyed by all.

Afterword, we got out the playdough and the older kids played pictionary with it and the younger ones just played. Lucas and Nadia were the life of the party. I forgot how intense young ones can be! They are a lot of fun. I wish I'd had my camera when Lucas saw the matchbox cars we got for him. The look on his face was priceless.



We ended our time with singing in Swahili (one family lived in Kenya for a time), English, Spanish and we could have kept going. The kids in one of the families speak or at least understand five languages.

These are some of the friends that enrich our lives here and it is a privilege to know them. We miss being home (the first time we've missed Christmas with family), but we are reminded that many in the world are never able to go home.

Merry Christmas everyone.

The Christmas Season in Maputo

So far the Christmas season has been very low key in Maputo. There is one store comparable to an expensive Target that has gaudy looking decorations up and for sale. We’ve seen one small lighted tree in a window and that’s about it. December 25 is called “Day of the Family” here thanks to the Communist era and the fact that many Muslims and Hindus call Maputo their home. Instead of “Feliz Natal” (happy or merry Christmas) we hear “Boas Festas” (literally good parties or happy holidays).

We haven’t even seen much advertising or commercial push to “Buy, Buy” on TV. We’ll tell you more when we actually experience a Christmas here, but it seems that it’s more about having lots of food prepared for all the neighbors and friends who stop by than about giving gifts. The reality for most people is that once they buy all the food and drinks there is not much left for gifts. For that matter, there is not much left for food in January. Some workplaces actually save part of the December paycheck for January so that their people have something to live on—a forced savings plan so they don’t spend it all in December.

Actually it’s rather refreshing not to have the commercialization that surrounds Christmas in the West. Is Christmas really trees with gifts underneath, snow, too many sweets and red and green decorations? There’s nothing wrong with these—in moderation of course. But what is the real meaning? What are we really celebrating? When the trappings are missing, it leads to reflecting on deeper meanings and why we celebrate.

Here’s a picture of our co-workers in our Ag/Trade office. Tinashe works with agriculture and Helena has been working with accounting and is now taking over responsibilities for the chicken-raising businesses. Helena is Mozambican but spent most of her life living in Kenya. For Christmas she is traveling to Kenya to see family she has not seen in six years. It will take her a couple of weeks of travel by air and land to get there.

Speaking of Ag/Trade and Christmas—if you’d like ideas for giving this year, you can see our AfricaWorks giving suggestions by clicking on the “Newsletters” link beside the blog and then “AfricaWorks Brochure.” It’s one way to make a difference in the lives of some Mozambicans.

Turkey Day--and we even had one!

Just to let you know we did not suffer hunger on Thanksgiving Day. Included on the menu was apple-mango pie for a tropical twist. We had a good day with these friends and sat at the table for a couple of hours telling stories and laughing. We did miss y'all though and wish you could have dropped in for a visit!

Smooth and efficient? Not

If you have been reading our letters for awhile you may have picked up on the fact that things don't always run smoothly in Mozambique.  That has been the case this past week.

 

We are trying to set up some systems for the chicken businesses so that we don't have to be as hands on.  The agreement is that WR will supply the feed, chickens, meds etc and the volunteers will take care of the chickens and sell them.  Systems for transporting these items would be ideal so that we don't have to make a run 3 hours north every week.  We had a good deal with the chickens and a driver from the company was taking them up every week along with the medications.  It worked pretty well until his car broke down.  Then a new supervisor came to the hatchery "who knew not Joseph" or World Relief for that matter and all deals were off.  She raised the price of the chicks and said she could provide transportation but we would need to pay for it.  So now we need to find transportation for the chicks plus buy our meds also.

 

We are working with the feed supplier and they said they could transport feed for us, but would just drop it by the road, not take it off road anywhere.  The manager promised it would go Saturday or Monday.  That was OK because the chicks were going Monday.  I had not heard from her yet on Monday so I called.  "Oh, we had a breakdown at the factory so now the feed won't go until Tuesday or Wednesday!"  So now we have chicks in the houses without any feed and the volunteers are having to walk who knows how many km to borrow some from another house.  On Tuesday I got an e-mail informing that the feed would go that day and be delivered at 3 in one town and 5 in the other.  So I called the point persons and told them and they were waiting by the road for the truck at the appointed times.  Problem is, the truck didn't even leave Maputo until 3 p.m. and arrived after dark at the first town.  By then the point person had given up and gone home with instructions to the guard to leave the feed in the church and lock it up.  At 9 p.m. I got a call from the person waiting in the next town.  She was there with several women with carts to haul the feed home.  But she had just learned that the driver decided to spend the night in the first town and was not even coming.  So they all went home and will try again the next day.

 

It's becoming very clear that this kind of arrangement will not work.  There are several factors:  1) Mozambique is not a task oriented society, relationships always trump task 2) breakdowns happen and probably more often because preventative maintenance is a foreign thought, 3) the driver may get hungry or have some other errands to run along the way, 4) efficiency is not a high value and the concept of "time is money" is a foreign one.  A trip that normally would take one hour ends up taking four to five.

 

We are seriously looking for a location in one of these communities to open a store to provide feed and meds to WR people and possibly sell some to others as well.  This will help.  We may need to hire a driver to take the chicks and meds up every week.  This would probably be cheaper than paying transportation fees to others.  We are also talking to the "Rei dos Pintos" (king of the chickens), a new supplier who may be able to help us out.  So hope springs eternal and we will keep working at it until we find something that does not turn our hair whiter than it already is.

 

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and we are really thankful to be in Mozambique in spite of the challenges.  I love looking at the palm tree out my window and seeing the blue sky and the ocean just over the house tops.  I love relating to people from all over the world and speaking Portuguese (even though I still mess it up).  We will join with some fellow Americans to eat turkey and pie.  It is not a holiday here and I was telling our host that we might be at work.  He said “That’s not right.  It’s Thanksgiving.  Take the afternoon off!" so we are taking his advice, especially since he set the time for lunch at 1 p.m.  We will miss the family gatherings and you will be in our thoughts, but we are thankful our kids have lots of extended family at home and will be well taken care of.  They are each having three separate Thanksgiving meals!  Whoa, I can't believe I ate the whole thing.

 

We're counting our blessings and hope you are too.

 

Rachel & Steve

On the road again

Well, on the road for just two days but it was the first time we had visited the communities with chickens since we returned. We were reminded of how hard Mozambicans work and some of the challenges they face. One of these was the fact that the feed company only delivered feed that was for older chickens. So, the groups took that, put it in their big mortars and ground it finer. They already do that with the corn they eat and it’s hard work. Those pestles are heavy, I tried one once!

There is no substitute for face to face communication. Phone calls here are expensive and most people don’t say much on a call. E-mail doesn’t exist for most Mozambicans, so that leaves personal visits. It was so good to connect again after four months. We brought some gifts to our special friends in Chokwe and you should have seen their faces.


One of the guys we work with and that is one of our trainers, Alcides, (above in the middle) gave us a rare treat. He said he doesn’t know where he’d be if we hadn’t come to Chokwe. But now he is a “business professor” and has work with the chicken businesses. He’d probably be working in S Africa if it wasn’t for that, but he’s thankful he can be with his family in Chokwe. It felt like pay day!

While we were in Chokwe I visited the Child Development crew. One of the women asked Sybil, the director, if I colored my hair. Sybil said, “no they have adult children. They could be grandparents.” I overheard the conversation and said, “This hair color is all natural, after all I’m 50 today!” Well, that brought a round of singing and laughing and they even gave me some candy! That night we celebrated with a nice dinner on Maputo Bay, complete with candlelight and live music. Sunday we will have an open house for friends. We invited a co-worker to the party and he wanted to know details. We said we would have cake and punch. “That’s not a party in Africa,” he said. “That’s a tea!” I guess for a party there has to be lots more food. Someone told us the most important part of a party is the meat and the cake. Now we know.

In Chokwe we also visited one of our friends and walked through the village to his house. Lots of kids giggled and pointed to the “mulungus” and went running off. Not many whites walk through there. We saw a larger group of mostly women sitting at a house and asked our friend what it was about. He said it was a funeral of a man who died in S Africa. He left many years ago and had not communicated with the family for a very long time. He was actually married to another woman in SA. The family in Moz asked that he be buried here and his other wife agreed and came to the burial. Sometimes the second family does not agree to that and the burial takes place in SA.

We stayed with Dr. Pieter in Chokwe and he regaled us with stories of the wildlife here. He was in the village of Mucatine which we have visited. He was looking in the river and saw a large snake. The next day he went back to look for it and there it was stretched out on the hillside, catching a few rays. It was a python, 15 feet long and as big around as a man’s thigh. Pieter also saw an African spitting cobra, so I think I’ll watch my step a bit more, especially walking through the tall grass.

The people in the village killed some monkeys that were getting into their field crops and then discovered a baby monkey. By the time they showed him to Pieter he was very dehydrated and almost dead. So Pieter gave him some milk and sugar and he perked right up. He loved Pieter’s hairy arms and got quite attached. But Pieter didn’t know what he’d do with him when he travels so he gave him away.

Today, November 10, we’re enjoying Maputo Day. Each city has a holiday just for their city. We didn’t know it was a holiday so we scheduled a meeting with the groups in Matola, the next town over. They are needing encouragement and some instruction to get their businesses going well again.

Ate a proxima!

S&R

Interesting People

A couple of weeks ago I, Rachel,  was walking to work and praying.  I said, "Lord, bring some people into my life that I can share with."  Not more than two minutes later a young woman walked up.  (We had met her two days earlier when we were out for a walk and she was looking for a place.  Apparently she had seen us at church so she started talking to us.)  Now she was bored so she walked with me for awhile and we talked.  Then one day she said she needed to come and talk.  She told me all about herself and wanted to set the record straight because most of the things she had told me before were not true.  She is South African and is here illegally.  She was promised a job so she came, only to find out that what the boss really wanted was a girlfriend (he is married).  She quit that and was desperate to find another job.  She didn't have money to go home and the situation there is not the best anyhow.  She was feeling confused and felt like God was far away.  We prayed and she came along to a Bible study where we are reading When God Doesn't Make Sense by Dr. Dobson.  This is an appropriate subject for her right now!  A couple of days later she was so excited and called me to say she got a temporary job.  That is one answer to prayer and we will continue to relate to her.

 

At church I met a Cuban doctor.  She had worked in Mozambique and Angola for six years previously.  She is retired now, but a woman from here contacted her and asked if she would come for two months with promises of room and board, ticket costs and $500/month.  This sounded really good because in Cuba she has a $7/mo. pension.  She sold most of her things in her house to buy the ticket and came.  Now there has been no money, very little work and Maria despairs of even getting reimbursed for her ticket.  The woman she works/lives with is into witchcraft, control and fits of rage.  Maria is desperate to leave, but determined to get her money first so is waiting it out, although she says she doesn't know if she can make it another 50 days.

 

Maria has a Brazilian friend, who is in a similar bind.  He is a massage therapist from Brazil and was promised big bucks, etc. for a short stay in Maputo.  He had work in Brazil but thought it would be nice to make more money fast so he could buy a house.  Now the job fell through, his living situation is not good and he missed his flight home because he had not received any money for the tickets.  He used his sister's credit line for a loan and refuses to go home before he can pay that debt.

 

We spent Sunday with both of them and they were thankful for a day off from their living situations.  It is interesting that God has brought me into contact with three very different people who have similar situations.  They are all desperate and looking for answers and someone to care for them. 

 

On another note, our co-worker shared today that there have been more deaths in his family.  He lost a brother to AIDS last May.  Now that brother's wife died and another half-brother also died a few days apart.  The orphaned 3-year old will either go to live with his grandparents or his mother's family.  Our co-worker is not able to attend the funerals in Zimbabwe but will spend most of his leave in December visiting the families.  It is true that attending funerals in Africa is becoming a major part of people's lives.  Where will it end? 

 

On a more cheerful note, we are doing well.  We had a good week with Dennis from Malawi who stayed with us.  God is bringing some very interesting people into our lives and He is giving us the grace to receive them and the gifts they bring.

 

Take care.

A Shell "Angel"

 

This past week we held an Ancient Paths seminar here in Matola.  A team came from South Africa to lead the seminar and we hosted two of the men.  The first night they stayed with us we were in their vehicle and directed them to our apartment.  The second night we headed separate ways and Steve made them a detailed map to get from the guesthouse (where they had supper) to our place.  Around 9 p.m. I started wondering where they were.  At 9:30 I made a phone call to the guesthouse and found out they had left an hour earlier.  Now what?  They didn't have a cell phone that worked, and we didn’t have a vehicle so all we could do was pray.  Then Steve decided he would go out and see if he could find them.

 

He stood under a light at a Shell station close to our house where there is a roundabout.  In the meantime, these two guys got a little turned around but eventually found the road they were to be on.  They were in our neighborhood but got it into their heads that we lived in a 10-story building (we had told them we were in Apt. 10).  So, even though they had the map, they thought it must be wrong and started looking for 10-story buildings.  They went around and around, even going the wrong way down a 1-way street.  Of course there were 3 traffic cops right there ready for him.  The police asked them for some whiskey (note they did not ask for money!) but since they didn't have any, settled on some Rands.  They decided to go around the roundabout one more time and then they saw Steve, their angel!  They were so happy to see him and get to our house.

 

The one guy is a pastor (he reminds us of Don Cripe) so I told him he had the makings of a good sermon illustration.  Well, he's turning it into his whole sermon.  When we don't have proper perspectives and let deception creep in, we go around in circles, waste time and pay unnecessary fines even when we have a “map” right in front of us.

 

So we had a good seminar and the people who participated are excited about continuing to be involved.  It looks like Steve and I will also be more involved and eventually become coordinators for the Maputo area.  This will involve more training in S Africa in the coming months.  We met a very good couple from Cameroon who have been missionaries in Moz for 5 years.  They are Genesis and Yolanda and Genesis really had a touch from God, a new beginning.

 

It was funny to hear the South African's reaction to the heat.  It was in the 80's one day and you would have thought it was 100!  Where they live it is quite cool and not humid.  Thankfully the next couple of days it was cool and rainy.  I'm loving the weather, it's just right for me!  We hope you’re enjoying life where you are too.

 

This week we found out that the government can call a holiday from one day to the next.  The funny thing was that we didn’t even know it was a holiday until the end of the day because we were at the seminar. Steve went to the office in the afternoon and everything was all locked up with no one around.  Then he found an e-mail announcing “Samora Machel Day,” a 20^th anniversary of the death of the first leader after independence (his plane was shot down just across the SA border).  We don’t know if this will be an annual holiday or not.  One just never knows what a day will bring in Moz!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Utility capers

We have been back in Mozambique for two weeks now and in some ways it feels like we never left.  Indiana feels like a long way away and a long time ago, even if we just spent two months there with family and friends.  It was truly an amazing time that God set up for us, both restful and occupied with enough to keep us focused.  Coming back we feel like we are to get more involved with the local church and in Maputo with relationships and ministries. 

 

Hope the title catches your eye since paying utility bills in Mozambique is quite a challenge.  Normally we just get the bill, put together the money and take it to our landlord’s house so she can have her house worker go stand in line to pay it.  However, this time the payment was due that day or a fine would be applied. 

 

The utility payment offices close at 2:30 so I was sure the clerks/tellers worked through lunch.  After all they get off early!  Being it was the last payment day of the month, I decided to wait till 2 and once I was in the doors, they would keep things going until they finished all the clients who were there before the doors closed.  That was the case, but I did not foresee several things.

 

First, they installed a “state of the art” number system where you select the type of service you want and out comes a number for that line.  You then choose any chair in the room and don’t have to play musical chairs to keep in line every time a new customer is served at a clerk.  It used to be quite a sight.  You can even go out and do something else if you want and get back before the doors are locked or your number is called.  So I took a number 718. 

 

It took me awhile to get oriented to what number they were now serving.  The sign said 0568 01.  Was it 0568?01 (i.e. was it missing a number?) or was it 056801, or was it 568 and who knew what the 01 was for?  Part of the problem was that the “01” stood for the register number that was serving the current client. There were 5 registers, but only two were currently occupied and only one was handling any clients.  Everybody else was either MIA or out to lunch!  That meant I was 150 numbers from being served.  It also meant they had helped less than 100 clients per hour in the first 6.5 hours of being open, even with more clerks.  Why didn’t I bring that book? 

 

Since I had a half hour before they locked the door, I decided that I would check out the water company situation next door.  Not a chance, they had the same situation there so I was ready to just walk out, mostly because they don’t fine you for a late bill.  We will get it next month.  However, since I had the time, I started looking at the bill for the months we were gone and noticed we had charges in the second level of water usage where you have to pay if you exceeded 10 m3 per month.  We (or guests) used 4 one month and 1 the other.  So I asked, why the charges.  The answer came back in English so I did not misunderstand it.  If the billing cycle is not exactly 30 days, you are charged a portion of your water at the higher rate whether you use that much water or not.  It is not if the month has 30 days, it is the number of days between the days they read you meter.  So you pay extra no matter what.  As the Malawian’s would say, shame!

 

Well, you can believe I was back inside the electric company office before the doors locked at 2:30.  The number being served was #620.  Somehow they had managed to serve about 40 people in the last half hour.  Suddenly things began to happen.  A new teller appeared.  Then the “guard” made an announcement that if you had the exact change, you could be served first and the vocal protests began.  People who came in late might be served before those who came in earlier.  Maybe they could pull off the “exact change” stunt at the beginning of the day when no tellers had change (a normal business practice), but not at the end of it.  It took a second employee to intervene and correct the guard to calm everyone down. 

 

It took another 50 minutes to get through the next 100 numbers before I was served, and it went “so fast” because about half of the people had given up and left or gotten locked out.  The next time you pay your utility bill at the bank, on-line or through the mail consider yourself blessed that you don’t have to wait 1-3 hours to do it and you are not charged for services you don’t use.

 

I, Rachel, taught the 8-11 yr old Sunday School today.  We were having an interesting conversation and somehow got to whether animals have eternal souls or not.  One boy said, “Well, when animals die they go to the animal kingdom.”  So there you have it, it’s clear in his mind!

 

 

 

 

We've arrived back in Moz

Just a short note to say we have arrived safe and well in Maputo (only one hour late) and have found it sunny, windy and about 80 degrees. The long flight is starting to get familiar and doesn’t seem quite so long anymore. We had good connections with only 2-3 hour layovers that really helped. For those of you interested, as of September 30, Delta and South African Air no longer have a code share agreement. That means we will have to use our Delta miles on Delta and we came back just in time to get the return miles on SAA credited to Delta. (We found out by reading the small print in the back of the SAA monthly magazine, so maybe it was a long flight!)

In some ways it seems like we haven’t been gone and in other ways it feels like we have been gone a long time. The rooster crowing in the neighborhood sounds normal, yet strange. We are definitely living in the “city” again, blaring radios and all.

At the airport the man that picked us up said there were a couple of Malawians staying at our place. When we arrived we didn’t see anyone or any suitcases and when we called WR they said, “Oh, we didn’t want to put someone in your apt when you were just coming back.” But a little later there was a knock at our door and there was another WR employee with suitcase in hand saying he had been told to stay here for some nights. So, welcome to the guesthouse. If there is an empty bed, you are welcome to sleep in it!

Rachel commented that this last stint at home may be the last time we live with any of our kids for an extended period of time. Joanna was with us for the two months, but is now moving toward Indy. Janelle is now officially engaged to David Phillips, and they are talking about a summer wedding. We are excited about having David in the family.

We want to say a huge thank you to all the people who made our time special back in the US by being supportive in fellowship, travel to and participation in reunions and our open house, and hosting us in your homes or sometimes favorite restaurants. It was a special joy to get caught up on the events in your lives. Even though it may seem pretty everyday to you, we want/need to hear about it to stay connected.

Family picture

Here is a picture of our family taken over Labor Day when we went to Lake Michigan. You will also notice some suitors in this shot: Keith (with Joanna)and David (he and Janelle recently announced their engagement).

Malawi

We are just returning from Malawi where we spent a week.  We enjoyed a couple of days in Lilongwe, the capital since 1975.  It is a very interesting city with large sections still undeveloped with large open tracts of land.  Then out of nowhere appears a huge, modern building.  Even the downtown section is small.  Government has just moved its headquarters to Lilongwe which will add to the population and structure of the city.  It seems that crime is very low and what we saw was very middle-class.  The woman I sat next to on the plane said she and her husband are moving to Malawi from S Africa mainly because of the crime issue.  Villagers have not moved into the city because they can make more on the farm than by making minimum wage (about $20/month) working in the city.

 

We were based in Salima most of the week, about an hour away on Lake Malawi.  We did not have much time at the lake as we traveled out to sites to see agriculture projects and then did a training.  The lake is the 9^th largest in the world and is beautiful.  We can see mountains across it so it is not very wide.  All week we waited for some tilapia but none was to be had because the lake was a bit rough and the fish swim deeper and are harder to catch.  Finally the last day in Salima we got to eat some and it was quite tasty.

 

We condensed the training of trainers to three days.  The group of 21 seemed eager to learn.  Many didn’t know each other so the group was sometimes quiet but they loosened up by the end of the time.  Some were not very excited about using English as it is their 2^nd or 3^rd language.  Chichewa is the main language we hear.  One of the participants was a retired policeman who is a wise gentleman.  Every now and then he would share some gems that really hit home such as “Integrity is when you don’t do the don’ts and only do the dos.”  Another during the lesson on marketing was, “The first thing you sell to the customer is yourself.”  This was the best attended course we have had with 20 having perfect attendance and receiving a certificate at the end.

 

One of our observations here has been that people are much better educated and have had access to education that Mozambicans have not had.  We have seen more men involved in everyday life, helping to farm, generally being industrious.  Just having them present is different than Moz where so many men (especially in the south) are working in South Africa. 

 

Salima is full of bicycle taxis.  They have a cushioned seat over the back tire and haul people, packages, you name it.  Within the town they are the only public transportation and it is nice not to have the pollution and congestion of mini-busses.  They are very quiet and with only a few motorized vehicles on the road, they don’t really create a lot of congestion.  Watching them go by in small groups with turning pedals and flashing wheel spokes reminds one somewhat distantly of horse and buggy wheels. Locally they are called dumpers.  Not sure if that is because people occasionally get “dumped” off or it is for some other reason.  Steve rode one to the restaurant one day just for the experience.  It cost about 7 cents US.

 

Malawi also has many baobab trees.  These are rare in southern Mozambique.  They are a funny looking huge tree that looks like it is growing upside down because the branches look like the roots, especially without its leaves which is the case most of the year.  We tasted some of the fuzzy fruit.  It is a bit sour and won’t soon become a favorite, although the local people like them.

 

Now it is back to Maputo for one week to wrap up what details we can before heading to the U.S. for a two month home leave.  Hope we can see many of you there. 

 

God bless!

people divided by a common language

The week of June 19, 2006 was a time of personal development training and planning for World Relief staff.  We met in Maputo and had three days of input from Jim Louwsma and Becky Thiessen based on “Strength-finders” profiles and program material written by Mark McKlosky of Bethel Seminary. 

 

We had a great but intense time and several good laughs along the way.  The most memorable was as Jim was describing a role that would be equivalent to that of the biblical apostle.  When he said apostle, only the Americans understood him.  All the Africans thought he said a parcel.  They don’t say the r and the short a is elongated.  What kind of a parcel was he meaning anyhow?  The other question was why would he suddenly start speaking like a South African when he didn’t otherwise? 

 

As they sorted it out, they decided he really meant a-post-al, with the emphasis on postal.  It was even more ironic that what they thought was a parcel should have been pronounced in such a way as to sound like something to do with postal for the America ear. 

 

Here’s an African proverb we heard recently that has a lot of truth to it:  “If you want to go faster go alone.  If you want to go far go together.” 

 

This Week in Maputo

 

Recycling is a good thing and we try to do as much as possible.  But recycling caskets?  This morning on the news they were reporting on investigations of a carpentry shop.  Apparently they are taking caskets right out of the cemetery (who knows what happens to the bodies) and refurbishing them to sell.  Also in the news was the fact that there are 20-30 burials a day and they are running out of space.  The obit page in the newspaper is sad as the pictures are mainly of young people. 

 

Also on the news we’ve seen reports of couples celebrating 50 years of marriage or more.  Usually they have a church ceremony and renew their vows.  The reason it makes the national news is that it is very rare for people to live that long here, and to stay married that long.

 

The World Cup is definitely in swing.  I’ve never seen so much soccer in my life!  The games are shown live as we are almost on the same time as Germany.  They start in the afternoon and go until 11 pm with a few breaks in between.  It’s funny to watch guards clustered around a TV rigged up outside.  If I was a burglar it seems it would be a good time to make a move.  Many cities have giant screens in different locations for people to watch the games.  At half-time some have AIDS education programs. The locals are especially interested in African countries playing, as well as any Portuguese speaking teams.  Portugal vs. Angola was a popular and much talked-about game here.   Saturday night Ghana was the first African team to win a game.  When they scored the go-ahead goal, the shouts and howls coming out of the houses was so sudden that even the dogs in the parking lot started barking and howling.  It was a hoot!

 

We are in the middle of the busy season for NA teams to visit WR in Mozambique.  Steve is joining a group of businessmen today and tomorrow as they look at what is happening in Chokwe and Mucatine as well as visiting a couple of sugarcane mills that WR will possibly partner with in helping small farmers grow sugarcane.  The news that had Sam dancing in the halls last week was that AfricaWorks (agriculture and trade) has received a grant of $280,000 from the Mozambican government to be used in Gaza province.  Some planning has started but there’s a lot more to do.

 

This week will be a solid week of meetings.  It will include three days on knowing and developing our personal gifts (Strengthsfinders), strategic planning and a spiritual retreat on Saturday.  Hopefully we’ll still all like each other at the end of the week!  We will have a woman staying with us who works with the child development program.  Hopefully we will have running water.  We’ve been off for a week again.  One never knows what will happen when turning on a faucet.  It can’t be taken for granted!

 

Did you ever steam bread?  Last week I baked bread.  There is a lot of fresh bread in the city but it is all white so I made some oatmeal bread.  It was rising nicely so I preheated the oven.  Only problem was that 15 min. later the oven was still stone cold.  So, what to do with the dough?  I looked up my Wycliffe cookbook and sure enough it had a method for pressure cooking bread or steaming it.  Since I don’t have a pressure cooker I went for the steam method.  I got my largest pan, put a lid in the bottom with a couple of inches of water and the bread in the bread pan on top of that.  Only problem was that it took 1½ hrs to cook.  So I took the next loaf apart and formed it into balls and that only took about an hour.  It is OK, but I prefer baked better.  Thankfully, the electrician came and now I have an oven again.  Good thing he was here, he said the way things were wired we could have had a fire.  So it all worked out for the best and now I know how to steam bread if I have to!

 

How many employees does it take to sell fabric in Maputo?  Well, there is the guard at the door and then the guy that takes any packages you have in your hands.  Then there are the people standing in the aisles who watch you like a hawk as you walk around.  If you show interest in some folded pieces of cloth someone appears to unfold them and fold them back up.  After you make a selection you have to go to the counter where someone writes the price down on a paper and affixes it to the cloth.  Then it’s off to the cashier who takes your money.  She hands it off to another person to bag it and then it’s back to the counter to pick up your packages you came in with.  And that doesn’t count all the people standing around talking and waiting for other customers.  What can you say, they’ve created a lot of jobs and it is good customer service!

 

Saturday Steve and Dr. Pieter went to South Africa to talk to the Papaya King.  He’s an expert on papaya and plant breeding.  His advice and counsel is needed for the next two plantings of fruit trees in villages.  They are intercropped with mango and while they are growing, corn and pumpkins are planted between the rows.  Mozambique needs more trees as many are cut down for charcoal for cooking.  The fruit will be exported to S Africa and will provide income for villagers who are subsistence farmers.  The corn and pumpkins gives them food for daily needs.