Stitches

The sun was sinking towards the horizon out the truck's window to my left as it bumped and jostled us down the road to the government hospital in Hili. Rebecca had been playing a game at the picnic when she ran into Hannah and their heads collided. Hannah's teeth had sunk into Rebecca's head just above her right eyebrow. She had a gash about 2 inches long. Bani grabbed the pastor and I and we climbed into the truck and headed to the emergency room. I was interested to see what a government hospital would look like in such a country as this. Rounding a corner and passing under an archway we arrived at the hospital. To be honest, this building looked more like the remains of a building bombed by WWII planes.

Walking into a dimly lit room just off the entrance that was about 9 by 15 feet in area where a large table sat in the center with three skinnier tables along the perimeter we waited for the doctor. Even though Rebecca hadn't said hardly a word since we left Bangla Hope I could tell she was scared by the way her hand sweated while holding mine tightly. An older lady lay sick on a table across the room while an elderly man sat with his arm resting on the large table. His arm looked like someone had melted ducktape to it. The older man explained to Bani that he had been burned by oil. Ouch! Apparently HIPPA doesn't exist in this country's medical system.

A man came out of the next room and told Rebecca to lay down on the table by the window. Outside men were peering in the window asking questions and staring at me. I always seem to forget that I am the only white person around for miles until I go to town and everyone stares. All I have to say is the doctor didn't really keep his medical tools out of eyesight from Rebecca. When he grabbed a razor to cut her eyebrow hair off, she started to squirm and move away, so I held onto both of her shoulders so she couldn't move and tried to explain to her what he was doing and that he was going to make her head feel better and I told her to try not to look at what he was doing, but to look at me instead. Poor girl, I would be pretty scared to be in her position as well in such circumstances. The doctor numbed the area then took the thickest piece of string I have ever seen used for sutchers and threaded it through the biggest sutcher needle I had ever seen and sewed her 2 inch gash with one big fat stitch. All of a sudden we heard a crash and about 4 feet away a man had collapsed face first on the floor from the sight of Rebecca's blood. Bani and I looked at each other and smirked.

After wrapping her head in a bandage she climbed off the table and we waited for the doctor to give Bani a prescription. Wrapping my arms around her 10 year-old shoulders, I could feel Rebecca's heart beating hard! We followed Bani to a pharmacy then left for home. Later, when I went to say goodnight to the older girls, I found the usually reserved Rebecca chattering away to Devin with a big smile on her face about the man who had collapsed in the hospital. I guess the painkillers are working!

Enoch

Two days ago Mrs. Waid left the campus to drive north to pick up a 1 year old baby boy. When she got back she told me I could name him, but it had to be a name from the Bible. I love names, so I thought hard about it. I wanted this baby's name to be unique. I settled on the name Enoch. In the Bible Enoch was very close with God; so close God took him to heaven and I hoped as this new baby grew he would also find a close relationship with God.

The first night Enoch was here and half of yesterday I stayed with him. Holding him and feeding him his bottle. It seemed no one could get him to stop crying, so they handed him off to me and it turns out if you walk around and sing to him, Enoch will stop crying and fall asleep. Poor kid is probably so confused.

Picnic day was yesterday and all of the kids were so excited to play games outside instead of being in school. I was very busy taking videos and sponsor photos of each of the children in between helping with games, but around lunchtime I took Enoch from his caregiver, so she could have a rest. After feeding him a bottle (which he promptly spit-up half of it on me) he chattered on and on as we walked around campus. This kid walks so fast! Danny, Joseph, and Melony came over and ever since they have been so good about feeding Enoch and holding him when he's crying. Joshua carries him around at night till he falls asleep and it warms my heart to see the older children take such initiative and care to make Enoch's transition a little bit easier.

Even though I didn't have the chance to witness Enoch's mother giving him away, I can only imagine the pain she must have felt. Bangla Hope is an oasis of safety and love for these kids in the midst of a hurting country and I think Enoch's mother realized this and made the sacrifice so her son could live a better life than she could give him. We are all happy though to welcome Enoch into Bangla Hope's family!

Recent Photos

Sabbath walk playing hide and seek in the rice patties.

Oragami creatures for Friday art class!

This is little Levi wearing a matching headband to mine. After fitting all the girls to new dresses,  Levi patiently sat on my lap and I cut this fabric from one of the dresses and tied it to our heads.

Sherry, Bristy, me, and Connie in the back of the truck going to town to get their own salwar camis'.

Canadians in Bangladesh?

October 19, 2012

A couple days ago I was told two missionaries were coming for a couple of weeks. Shathi said two boys were coming with the Waid's back from Dhaka. I was so confused. I could not figure out who in the world could be coming! Sitting down to breakfast yesterday morning I heard the screen door open and turning around I found Devin McCan and Logan Carter standing in our cafeteria in Bangladesh. This world is so small! Before coming here, I had never met Logan before and had only met Devin a few times at the weekly Walla Walla "Family Dinner." They are here for 12 days taking videos of the children and surrounding village to make a promo video for Bangla Hope to use on 3ABN. Bangla Hope is just one of their many stops on their journey through Asia making videos for various Adventist organizations. Having two Americans here, much less Walla Wallaians, is a treat for sure.

Along with having the surprise of Logan and Devin here yesterday I was finally allowed to go into Hili! Bani, Logan, Devin, and I all piled onto the back of "Mr. Puffin-toot" (affectionately named by Kelsey) which is a platform with wheels connected to a motorcycle. This was great fun as we passed village children running beside us trying to give us high-fives and once we reached Hili, driving so close to those bus's can be quite exhilirating on such a small vehicle. Our driver let us off at the market place where us three white college students struggled to keep up with Bani as she quickly wove her way through the maze of shops and stalls. We definitely didn't want to lose her in that place!

Finding a textile shop full of clothing fabric, Bani told us to sit and immediately some men started pulling out 3 piece salwar camis packages of fabric with all kinds of designs and colors! At the first shop I found a turquoise salwar camis and the boys found lungis for themselves. Salwar, I learned is the pants part of the outfit and the camis is the shirt/dress and the orna is the scarf. A lungi is a skirt-type piece of fabric sewed like a tube traditionally worn by men. You step into the middle of the tube and tie it around your waiste.

Looking for clothes with all of their fabric in the many shops that afternoon was a bit overwhelming, but definitely a good experience. I felt bad dragging Logan and Devin through all the shops and my slow decision-making trying to find designs and colors of camis' I liked. For girls, finding clothes is quite the process. First, you have to find fabric with designs and colors you like. Then, you take it to a tailor for him to make it to your size, but even then you have to decide how long the pants, sleeves, and dress are and what kind of neck line design you want cut into it. Do you want an elastic or string waiste band? Do you want cuffs? Oh my, in America, if you are a consumer of commercial clothing merchandise, you are limited by the store and their options. The shirts and pants are already made and all you have to do is pick out your size. ALthough, I do like how my clothes here are made just to fit me.

All in all, shopping in Hili was quite the experience. A lot of people stared at us white kids, but when three white kids are in the heart of Asia I can't really blame them for doing so. We are a rare species around here. We had great fun saying that we were all Canadian when shop owners would ask where we were from. It was better to say that especially with all of the Islamic unrest recently against Americans and it's true, we are all citizens of Cananda.

Updates:

-I filled out an application for my visa in hopes of getting a 3 month extension on it, so I can stay the whole 6 months. I'm praying it goes through.

-The weather is cooling down! I laughed when I walked outside one morning to find all the girls with their pants on undeneath their dresses. It was a perfectly sunny day, but they were cold... hehe.

-Taking a trip to Nepal on Wednesday for 8 days. My current visa requires me to leave the country every 30 days.

-Bangladesh is starting to feel like home! I love all of the people who work here and of course the children make every day a new discovery!

Black Milk Tea

Lying in my hammock reading Kate Braestrup's Here if You Need Me, I glance up at the clotheslined pictures hanging between the windows. Illumined by my head lamp I see the outlined features of people and places I love...at home. A fact pops into my mind: I'm not there. And you know what? That's okay. I chose to be here and I am choosing still to be here; present. Life is different. Much different, but that doesn't mean it's not a good life. Stating this is a fact spoken from choice. God's will, my choice.

Earlier today I had an "American day." The children had been busy all morning doing their chores then eating lunch and napping. I spoke with Lisa and my family which was SO good! After nap time  I wandered outside to embrace my Bangladeshi day. As I weaved my way through the courtyard filled with kids I was asked several times, "Can we play the banana game tonight?" I brought Bananagrams with me and taught the older girls the night before how to play. Apparently word had spread about this new phenomenon.

Reaching the kitchen I found Shathi, our cook, making chapatis for my table-for-one dinner since the Waid's had gone to Dhaka this morning and wouldn't be back until Thursday. I told Shathi not to worry about me, because I would happily eat with the children, but she insisted I eat some chapatis which then turned into potatoes, honey, Nutella, an apple, and finally a piece of homemade cake. Oh my! You really can't talk Shathi out of cooking no matter how hard you try.

Finishing my suppose-to-be "snack", Shathi asked if I would like some tea she was making for herself. I eagerly consented that I would love some (I've discovered anything Shathi makes is good) as long as she agreed to sit down and drink it with me. She agreed, but said we should go outside and sit. Following her around the back of the kitchen area we sat on a table made of planks and looked out over the fields of rice stretching to the horizon. This was her place. We talked about the beauty of the scenery, our families, and finally she expressed this, "Kenzie, you are like a daughter or sister to me." I sat in shocked silence counting the days in my head that I had been in the country. The number was 10. Ten days I had been in this country and had had only a few conversations with Shathi outside of her cooking area.

Shyly I asked, "Does everyone in this country think this way about people who simply just enter their lives?"

"Yes," she replied, "people are so important."

God bless a culture who lives by this statement! My mind was blown sitting there on a few planks facing a rice field talking to a woman beautifully marked by years of wisdom that shone through in her words. When you are speaking with someone whose first language isn't yours, you pick your words out with care. Smiling at her I said, "I like that a lot."

Freedom Fighter

Sweaty little hands grip mine as I walk along a brick-paved road which serves as a bridge through the endless sea of rice patties that lap in the wind on either side of the pathway. We are off to visit the "Freedom Fighter"! Danny and Joseph walk on either side of me as Metali, Joshua, and Mr. Waid follow behind. We pass baby goats and village children playing soccer, a man who sells tin bowls riding by on his bicycle, a tiny tea shop, and beautifully constructed mud huts of which one belongs to the Freedom Fighter. Single-file we enter this house of the hero. Ducking into a dimly lit room a man lays on a bed watching an Indian TV show. It is the Freedom Fighter. He tells me he is happy to meet me and proceeds to tell me why he is called the Freedom Fighter. He fought in the revolution when Bangladesh use to be called East Pakistan in 1971 and helped gain Bangladesh's independence from Pakistan. I look at his walls which are covered with pictures of the president. Bangladesh's president among pictures of Hindu gods. According to his walls they were successful in gaining freedom. Mr. Waid says the Freedom Fighter believes in Jesus. As I sat there listening to him talk to Mr. Waid I could tell he liked Mr. Waid a lot. He motioned for me to come closer, holding my hand he says, "This man should have the Nobel Peace Prize for what he has done in our community." I am touched by how this half-paralyzed man recognizes and accepts the impact of Christians in his village. We prayed with the Freedom Fighter before ducking back out into the sunlight and his last words to us were, "May God bless you in your work."

A Day With The Boys

October 11, 2012

Isaac playing with his cars.

On my way back to my room once I was done teaching today I glanced in on the little boys room and found their caregiver, Meloti, asleep on the bed and the boys running around with their shirts off and of course Nathan was the opposite and had no pants on...as always. I whispered to them to put their clothes on and come outside. I took them into the courtyard with a bag full of their cars and sat them down on the cement pathway to play. It was the perfect time, mid-afternoon and the rest of the children were still in school. They giggled and made car sounds with their voices. Isaac sat quietly on the cement playing with his car while Jacob babbled on in the only way he knows how with high-pitched exclamations made in Bangla with that cheeky grin of his. Nathan and Levi were constantly coming over to me to show me their cars while Jamie and Noah sat off to the side and vroomed their cars along the sidewalk towards the other boys. This age for boys is my favorite (2-5); they are happy to play with simple things or just sit on your lap and they listen very well (at least these boys do, except Nathan can never manage to keep his pants on for an entire afternoon...haha).

After we put the cars away, Jacob and Isaac grabbed my hands and as always Levi came running up wanting to hold onto me as well, so i scooped him up onto my shoulders as he squealed with delight and took the boys on a walk around the campus to see the cows and the kitchen ladies cutting garlic.

Levi always reminds me of a little frog when he sits like this.

Sitting between Isaac and Jacob during dinner, I noticed that while Jacob was happily chowing down on his 2nd bowl of curry and rice, Isaac had hardly touched his. Meloti told me Isaac doesn't like curry very much. This was a new concept to me: a Bengali who doesn't like curry, that's a shocker! Filling Isaac's bowl with white rice, he began to eat. I sat back down and watched the other boys eat. Even when he is sitting cross-legged, Levi has perfect posture when he eats. Nathan zones out when given food and Jamie eats so fast! Noah has to be reminded to keep eating and Jacob is the consistent mouth-shoveler while mid-bite trying to teach me Bangla words for food even though he doesn't know very much English! What a character! And he is only 5 years old!

These little boys are so easy to be around. Their relationship with me doesn't hinge on the facts of how much I talk to them or how much time is spent with them. All they want from me is to hold them in my lap whenever I am around. Again, they strike me with little pictures of Jesus' character and his unconditional (and I'm using this in its fullest sense) love for us and how he just wants to be with us.