07.17.07
Rockin’ In Kenya!
Confirmation attained. I, Hannah Beth Jankovsky, am not going crazy.
Sunday night I woke up to the gentle rocking of our concrete apartment building.
Concrete buildings don’t rock…or at least their not supposed to.
I woke up Seth and asked if they have earthquakes here…I think he was just answering in his sleep cause he mumbled that he didn’t think so, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
Having been in three previous earthquakes myself I was pretty sure of what I was feeling. The next morning Rahab just looked at me like I had two heads when I asked if she had felt the earthquake.
I must say, confidence in my sanity was getting its own shaking.
But I was thoroughly vindicated when Seth called mid-morning and told me that it was confirmed on the news (cause you know everything on the news is true : ). There really was an earthquake.
We are all ok. I’m actually the only one here that even felt it…either that says something about me or something about everyone else.
We’ll just say its everyone else.
I think it was rather bad closer to Tanzania.
Different sort of rockin’ all together at church on Sunday. It was Youth Sunday and they had a speaker and a “Jesus Rap” group.
It was quite the worship service.
I was entertained to see the reactions that were soooo like those in an American church. Watching the Kenyans around me react made me feel right at home.
About half the church (youth included in that half) were LOVING it.
Another 40% were rather lost and seemed unsure how to react to this unusual noise coming from the front.
And of course, there was the last 10% who knew exactly how to respond to such wildness and sat sternly enduring the show.
So African and American churches have some similarities after all: The whole people factor. : )
Seth and I had to stifle our laughter when one of the worship leaders leaned over to us during the service and said (with a rather joyous pride on his face) “we are having church like America today!”
Yes, all those American music videos do have a far reaching influence.
The Kenyan view of America has afforded us much amusement and a bit of sadness as well.
~Roadsign of the Week~
Sign posted as part of the compound rules “No hooting within the compound”. I’m half tempted to have you all guess the meaning of this command but half afraid of what your replies would be. : ) That is the Kenyan way of saying “no honking your horn”. It just makes me laugh though cause, I don’t know, it just seems like it could mean a few other things.
~Food Find~
Grilled Lamb Skewers. Seth and I found a Turkish restaurant that has amazing and delicious meat. Lamb is one of the more major proteins here and we were only more than happy to join in this cultural norm. This particular place marinates their lamb in a black pepper blend and then grills it over the fire.
Have I ever mentioned my deep appreciation for meat? Yum, Yum.
!!!!!!!!Visa News!
Thankyou all so much for praying. Seth had our supervisor come down with him and they went to one of the higher up immigration officials. After they convinced him that I was Seth’s wife and my name change was listed in the back of my passport he stamped all of our passports (no extra charge) and we are good for another three months…and we only need two. Praise the Lord! And thankyou, thankyou for praying!!!!!!!
Hangin’ Out With Dad!
All the windows here have bars on them…Kez and Jared consider them their own personal jungle gym.
Our electrifying little guy.
Yes, this is an avocado next to our i-pod and a 500ml soda bottle.
Happy Birthday to Rahab!
We had a party for Rahab and she was so excited she could hardly eat.