Sunday with my "family".

Sunday, 8/21

After church today, one of Josephine’s 6 daughters took me back to their home with them. (She insists that I call her Mama.) There, two of ther other daughters waited with food prepped. It hit me then that I didnt tell them I was “vegetarian” so they had fish and rice. And so, I did it... the fish looked like a fish... skin eyes and all. The oldest sister instructed me to peel back the skin of the fish, and reach inside with your thumb and index to pulll out the meat. So I did. I told them “I haven’t eaten fish before.” To which all looked at me with amazement. The sisters asked. “A fish? You have had one fish, yes?” “No,” I replied. “I’ve never had fish.”

I tasted it, and it honestly did taste like chicken.

My host sister and I, watching the volleyball game at the family Utt.

We walked from their huts to the family Uut, about 2 miles away. There, from seemingly every side of the woods, family members emerged and started an organised game of volleyball. I wanted to play, but I was intimidated because of how intense the games were. It was so fun to watch! They played by the rules, and hit the ball so hard. Hard enough to make me cringe as other team mates dove and saved each spike back over to the other side. They were better than most back in the states! My host sister said that they practice every Sunday, and sporadically throughout the week.


Coming back we walked slowly and by the time we reached the huts, it was about 5:30 and I was tired.


Their father was there when we arrived. I recognised him from his job in construction at Xavier. He greeted me, and asked me and my host sister how our day together was. She then left to grab water, and her Father was sure to remind me that "Women always bow before men as a sign of respect." ....ok. Gotcha.