Originally posted on adoption blog the night before we left Africa as a family of four (October 2010)
Memories of Africa
Some are funny, some are sweet, some are sad, some will only be understood by me, Matt, or Toria, and all are fond memories from Africa...
Hand washing clothes in the tub with my sweet Sassafras.
Sass pretending to be a mommy (“Oh, my Teddy is crying!”, changing her Teddy, telling us to be quiet while her Teddy is sleeping, etc.) *She was 3 years old at this time, by the way!
The American walk of shame around the van
Paying a driver 20,000 shillings to take me from the orphanage to the stayhouse (I actually did not have any idea how much this was for such a short distance, and was forevermore banished from any handling of the shillings)
Watching bootleg DVD’s and seeing outlines of people moving in front of the theater screen
Kids running beside our van shouting “Bye bye, mzungu!”
Watching people stare at Sass’s bright hair and eyes
The ever so slight electric current in the kitchen sink
The bomb/transformer that exploded just outside our stayhouse one night
Shouts of “Welcome back!” every time we walked into the orphanage
The first night thinking the opposite person up front was driving
The 3am celebrations, complete with “All the Single Ladies” blaring. LOUD.
Blowing up my hair dryer, and realizing there are much worse things in life.
Stopping at intersections in the city where men were peddling a plethora of wares (steering wheel covers, school maps and globes, flags of African countries, soccer balls, cell phone chargers, airtime, newspapers, matoke, pirated DVD’s, mounted wall hooks, mechanical birds, sugar cane, lawn chairs, toy cars, alphabet charts, etc.)
Many strange boda sightings (Boda bodas are motorcyles, and they carry anything and everything on the back of those. Boxes of chickens, a deep dresser, a family of 4 plus the driver, weed eaters, a 6 foot ladder, bags and bags of banana leaves, a curio cabinet, etc.)
Meeting Pearl Wilson for the first time. Learning her personality, her preferences, her scent, and all her favorites.
Seeing the Nile River, Lake Victoria, Bujagali Falls, the Wildlife Refugre Centre, and the Botanical Garden
Breakfast at the Serena Hotel
Watching Sass slide her hand over and take hold of Solomon’s (our driver, and her African Jjajja)
Laying on a grass mat under the avocado tree
Watching Sass play the adungu with Mr. Alfred
Knocking one of the mosquito net poles off our bed...for the 4,000th time
Reading my Kindle by the light of Matt’s head lamp
Watching God move mountains to get Pearl home
Finding a remembrance stone on the banks of the Nile
La Petit Village: our oasis in the chaos
Lunch at the Jinja Nile Resort
Sampling Africa’s wide variety of fruit juices: mango, guava, passion fruit, hibiscus red, watermelon, etc.
Matt breaking his tooth on a sandwich
Sass breaking an ATM
Telling Sassafras to go get her sister and watching her drag Pearl by the arm across the floor (both laughing hysterically)
Appearing in court for one of the most important decisions of our lives...and not hearing a word of it
Solomon’s “back way” home after a traffic jam
Feeling the bottom of the Corolla scrape the ground going over that doggone hump just outside the stayhouse
The babies’ sickness=synchronized diarrhea
Waiting “5-10 minutes” on our passport...for 14 days
Watching in horror as aunties used the heel of their hand to grind down a knot on Pearl’s head
“No, Portal Avenue.”
“No, no. Lawyer’s office. Court. Worker’s Building.”
During a birthday party at the babies home, they handed the guest of honor a sharp knife and asked her to cut the cake. Which was sweet...only it was SASS!
Oh, the power outages...
“Telephone to Jesus” live with Mama Esther and Peter on the drums
Servers fighting over our business at the food court
Matt getting “cleaned up” by one of the aunties
Leaving the babies home for the last time, and wishing desperately we could hand deliver these orphans to their sweet mamas
“We are the world”
Sitting in a van. Eating matoke. Listening to Kenny Rogers. Thinking, “This is the life.”
“Let’s go to the mall...today!”
Sass, after a little rat-a-tat-tat on Toria's leg: "Was that Duncan?"