So, if you haven't been informed as to what a Kanga is I want to tell you.  It is a wrap around skirt, dress, shaw, whatever with a nice little saying at the bottom usually pertaining to God and a certain struggle, very convenient for us to just slip into while we run out the door in our less-than-appropriate-for-Kenya attire.  However, we were unaware of the real intended usage for these clothing items.  Mockery.  The Kenyan ladies buy them and flaunt them in front of their friends or neighbors with the mentioned problem at the bottom of the Kanga.  They cause riotous fights and we have just been shaping them into little cutsie outfits not knowing at all.  Now, I know but my Kanga is rather beautiful and I have decided to keep wearing it and claim that I am unfamiliar with what it says.  It's cheetah print!

 

We get hit on all the time here by the brazen men and stalked by the women and children, and so we ignore people quite well.  Men approach us, ask us about our "services" or anything else that is none of their bussiness and we do not like to oblige that kind of behavior.  Recently, this has been a minor issue for me because we have several aquaintances that just expect us to remember them forever and they get offended when you ignore them apparently.  A lady whose shop we went to once on an outreach over a month ago to browse momentarily saw us today and greeted us; I had no idea who she was, but she knows me.  My skin is white.  It is strange that they can pick us out, but then again they can't at all.  They think each of us looks exactly the same and that they all look different from one another.  We are so varied, height, hair color, hair style, eye color, build, but they do not see it.   For goodness sake, at least we can say that they all have the same hair color and styles, all skinny, same eyes. 

 

Anyways, Kenya is making me sweat these days.  I am just dripping upon myself and thinking about playing cards in my tent tonight after the crusade and a nice cup of tea.

 

I love you all and today I miss cheese on anything and a plain turkey sandwich, but life goes on.

I can't wait to thank everyone personally in about a month.

 

 

P.S.  Jesus is really cool, you should just read the gospels when you get the time this week; it's a good laugh too.  People are ridiculous and He wasn't afraid to say it.