Early in life as I tried to find my way, I decided to apply for a job as a bank teller. I’m not quite sure what possessed me to think that I would do well as a bank teller. You see, when I was in 5th grade, I had to take extra math classes over the summer break to pass into 6th grade. Nevertheless, I bravely took the plunge and passed the entrance exam and became an official bank teller.
Malaria kills 1,200 children daily, about 50 per hour, around the world. 90% of those deaths occur in Africa. Earlier this year, we handed out 200 mosquito nets in a rural area outside of Bujumbura city and I wonder how we can do more, help more and prevent more deaths.
I’ll wear the necklace.
We always think we know better.
The darkness we feel that closes in on us is an attempt to snuff out the treasure we carry, but the darkness actually serves the purpose of reminding us that the glory belongs to God and not us.
Chase the dream, it’s worth the wait.
As you might have noticed, our podcast for Africa & Beyond that I’ve had connected here to the Cultural Misfit blog, now has not only an English broadcast but also Kiswahili/Kirundi broadcasts. Since many of you reading the Cultural Misfit don’t understand these languages I’m disconnecting the podcast so your inbox isn’t inundated with podcast episodes that you don’t understand! However, because I’m cool, if you would like to receive our podcasts (in English and other languages) you can subscribe to the podcast itself by clicking here. Thank you so much for reading and for listening! Lea
https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-eiifz-b64119 Karibuni kusikiliza sehemu ya 2 ya mahubiri ya “Nguvu za Maneno Yetu.” Mbarikiwe!
https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-5xwyv-b62e5f Nguvu za Neno la Mungu pt 1 This is our Kiswahili/Kirundi broadcast. Tune in weekly for the next episode.
On a side note, another innocuous change in me as a parent as I’ve grown older is found in my lunch offerings for my fourth child, our bonus baby. Yesterday, she had samosas (a fried slightly spicy meat pie that is the food of heaven) and marshmallows for lunch. I was tempted to feel “parent shame” until my oldest son (who I had messaged her menu to) said, “It’s ok. Let her enjoy life.”
The student has become the teacher!