"How are you?"

"How are you?"; "What are you?"; "Why are you?"; "Who are you?"; "Where are you?" . . . these are the phrases that we hear daily from the local children (they get their question words mixed up). These are accompanied by pointing, waving, and intermitent shouts of "Mzungu, mzungu!" (the Swahili word used for white people, which essentially means "one who goes around in circles").

Being in Gachie, we have many, many children as compared to Misiri. They are not nearly as well behaved, and we've been able to utilize many new Swahili words such as "be nice," "don't touch each other," "be quiet," "sit," "stay,"--ooh, this is starting to sound like canine behavior school. Anyhow, this week has been much more of a challenge. We're exhausted, and many of us have been, are, or (hopefully not) soon could be, sick. (Not badly, just enough to wear you down.) We've just been going non-stop. We really need prayer for stamina: emotional, physical, spiritual, grammatical. . . .

On a lighter note. Micah, Kelsey, and I have really become accustomed to the Kenyan way of life: Kenyan time (meaning, time doesn't matter), Tea time (twice a day, strictly at 10 and 4--all other things stop), and just going with the flow--nothing really bothers us anymore: it'll work out. I really this about Kenya.

I'll leave you with one story. This is from our first day in the airport. We show up and Micah gets his visa first. Dr. Shaw tells him to go down and find Linus, "A big, very black many with a belly." So he does, introduces himself, and gets his luggage. I come down, Micah points, "There's Linus." I introduce myself. Same thing with Kelsey. Dr. Shaw comes down, Micah points, "There's Linus." "That's not Linus." Awesome. And faux Linus never corrected us (although he didn't look very happy to see us or to hear that Dr. Shaw was just upstairs). Good times. . . .

Well, I'm off to a party. Thank you again for all your prayers!

Kwa heri!