The paint man has pretty much finished the lettering on our new school. Voila!
The part that I'm painting is still a surprise and I'm not going to unveil it til it's done. It involves many animals, however, and we have lovingly named each after some of the kids on our compound. There's a pig playing the tuba and nobody seems to want that one. So far I think the vote is Buba...
He's normally a little camera-shy but I finally got him to hit a pose for me, so there you go. He's gotten so big now.
Alas kept me company while I was painting in Kembujeh yesterday. (In the background is Sanna racing away somewhere)
All the little girls adore him. When he wasn't talking to me he was mainly playing with the little girls like Kaddy and Mariama and talking to them in Balanta.
There are a lot of Balanta people in Kembujeh, and actually the biggest group on our compound is also Balanta. We all talk in Mandinka though. These kids are crazy smart, you wouldn't believe how many languages they know just like that. Also, Sukunda and Soraya and Diminga and Pierre are all from Kembujeh originally. Whenever we drive down to Kembujeh we always drive past Pierre's house, and he has the cutest (I'm not kidding: THE CUTEST) baby brother. Ever. His name is Gorugi, and I absolutely need to take a picture of him becuase you need to see this little charmer. Last time I saw him was two years ago when he peed on himself during Sunday School and wouldn't stop crying. He hasn't changed a bit, maybe grown a little taller. Buba sometimes makes fun of his name but Pierre is fiercely protective of his brother and usually puts him in his place.
It was actually because of Alas that I ended up having to preach last night. You should have seen his face. It was a look of pure glee.
Even though most of the kids (because a lot of them are really really small) don't understand English so good, they still wanted to hear me ramble on about mustard seeds and such, so I guess this must mean that they sort of like me or are at least fascinated enough by me that they're willing to sit still for an extended period of time regardless of the fact that they have no idea what's going on. During the praise and worship time all hell (mixed metaphors maybe?) breaks loose and little kids and big kids alike start dancing and they start a train around the table in the jemberengo, dragging me in. We circled that thing so many times I started to feel nauseous. After the evening service they also made me stay and eat a late night snack with them, this awesome fishy concoction (that I need to make a mental note to learn how to make) and Korean noodles haha. They love Korean noodles.
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