Terror in the night.

I don't think I mentioned this, but we are sharing the house with a guy from the UK. His name is Sam. Apparently he has a bird issue. Tonight when we got back from worship, he had a terrifying tale to tell. He wanted to know if we had seen the bird of death. We had not, but the bird of death was waiting on the porch when we came out to blog. When we opened the door, the bird of death attacked Sam again as he fled from the room. It landed on the coffee table right in front of Pastor Sunny, who tried to pick up the tiny little finch, so that Sam would not die. Good news... Sam and the finch both survived. The finch isn't even the size of the palm of my hand, so Sam must have issues with birds. On a less humorous note, we got the house! Right now the back part of the house is available for repair though Mama wants to wait till he moves completely out to have work done. I got to see it and it will be awesome. The kids at Urukundo will also benefit from this purchase in safety, because the former owner repaired motorcycles which constantly speed up the drive way between Mama's house and the rest of Urukundo. Mama would also like to use the front house as a prenatal clinic, because one of the children here lost his mother due to the fact she had no money for post delivery care. My day was filled with babies, fiesta (grape Fanta), and beans. Tomorrow will be filled with gas. I can't imagine how any guy would make it here or should I say how any of us would tolerate a guy gassed up on beans. On a better note, my head, back, and dupa are feeling much better. I tried a new look today and John-Paul said I looked beautiful and Sam, the farmer, not the bird fanatic, said I looked more like a native. I have to agree. It was the consensus, but as you know, SM, is the most likely to be mistaken for a Rwandan. I'm not a muzungo (a white person). I'm like Michael Jackson in reverse and I got his good moves too. Back to my day, I took Claude on a walk, played some volleyball, choreographed some dances, and took an afternoon nap. I had a hard time sleeping with my new look. It really itches and is irritating. OH! Pastor Sunny just reminded me that we bought awesome Rwandan clothes yesterday. Apparently muzungos shopping for clothing draws a crowd in Gitarama. Wonder why? I just got bug guts all over my computer screen. Eww. I guess its better than bird poop. Uh brain blast! We got a new little girl here. Her young mother is being educated at King David Academy, and would be sponsored by the Belgians if Mama would take Nellie, the little girl. Andy is now Nellie's sponsor. She is 4 years old, closer to 5. She is adjusting nicely, but there are some kinks we need to smooth out. The older students returned for the weekend from King David Academy. They arrived just in time for the birthday celebration which is going to be held tomorrow. This is made complete with sombosa and Fanta. Birthday cakes here aren't what you would expect so I agree with the kids decision to have sambosa instead. The little babies however do get a small birthday cake purchased from a German bakery in Kigali. They even know how to sing happy birthday in English. I for one am looking forward to tomorrow with apprehension.  It is our last full day here in Rwanda. I wish I was able to stay longer; two weeks is just not enough time. You are barely situated and then its time to leave again. Belize was very sad today when I told her I was leaving on Sunday. I told her I would try to come back as soon as possible, Christmas at the soonest or hopefully next summer. She told me I wasn't allowed to go that she would miss me too much. Claude though he doesn't say it in as many words will miss Andy terribly as well. Its a cruel thing, time. It goes by so fast and yet so slow. I guess thats just how it was made. I just pray that God will allow me to come back again. I'll miss this place terribly.