I have had many new experiences and met many new people. I am starting to remember their names now, which is a good thing.
Mr. Kosa, who works at the hospital, or Mr. Lyambai, who works with me in maintenance, or Mr. Khondowe, who is an administrator at Zimba Missions Hospital to just name a few.
I ate my first authentic African meal at Church the other day. It was nshima, chicken, goat, and cabbage. The food was very good, but there was no silverware. Everyone just starting grabbing what they wanted with their hands. It was very surprising to me. So we all sat around the table eating with our hands and visiting like old friends.
The one sight I do not think I will ever get used to is the number of people that sit out in front of the ART(anti retroviral treatment) ward waiting for treatment for HIV/AIDS. It is so surprising to me. Most of these, because of choices in their life now have an incurable, deadly disease.
Or take the two older ladies, one was carrying a pick and the other a shovel and a little bundle. Came to find out later it was a premature baby that died at the hospital and now was getting buried. No funeral, no family, no outward display of grief; it shocked me.
The maintenance at the hospital has been neglected for a long time and many things are in need of repair. There is so much, that it is quite overwhelming. From all the lights that are not working, to the water system that has so many little leaks, and the different building projects that I am now in charge of. Trying to get my head around it all has been a challenge.
One more quick story about the hospital maintenance. There is a man named Milliam, who has a welder. He was helping me weld a gate at the hospital, and we were using a pretty sad extension cord. The receptacle where you plug the welder into had been burned so that any plug can not make connection anymore. He just stuck the bare wires of the cord of the welder into the burned receptacle and stood on it to make sure there was a connection. Do whatever it takes I guess.
I am learning to see God in all of this; when things are overwhelming, when things are strange and new, when things are sad. It has been an interesting few weeks.
Thanks again for your faithful support!
Jesse, Mr Lyambai, and his daughter








