I don’t think it will ever cease to be discouraging when our entire village empties as everyone goes to serve the witchdoctor or rainmaker.
I guess that’s the one nice thing about dry season—the rainmaker issue isn’t quite so in-your-face. But now that rainy season is coming, the battle is picking up again.
Yesterday it was recoating the rainmaker’s house in dung that called all of Husa to the well (to get water to make mud) or to the rainmaker’s compound, not too far from here.
This, of course, meant a whole day of being hassled to come get water to bring to the rainmaker. And I do mean the whole day—they woke me up in my yard in the morning and were still haggling me about it as I laid down outside to go to bed.
“Come, awohini water for the rainmaker!”
“Ibeja, why aren’t you going to the well?”
“You’re bad and will be cursed. You’re all bad!”
Meh.
It was especially sad to see the women who came to church on Sunday and heard Steve preach—and Pastor translate into Lopit—about how these are mere men. To see them going just as mindlessly and willingly as anyone else. To try to talk with them, recall with them what Steve said and see how the two things were at odds. All to no avail.
Someday, someday…
In other, more encouraging news, I stopped by the future preschool compound yesterday and saw that Akili and Phillip had indeed arranged for poles to be brought for the bamboo fence—and they’d actually been brought. Things like that don’t normally happen here. So praise God for that.
Yes, everything isn’t so doom and gloom here, haha.
And Easter is coming! Jesus is risen, ruling King!
That ought to be enough to bouy our spirits—it should always be enough…
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