Hey Roonie!

Hey Roonie! was the first thing I heard as I arrived this morning at the "soccer field". Roonie is a freckly guy that plays for Manchester United. I bare a resemblance to him aparently. I went to play soccer with the street boys today. There were about twelve boys and we had a great time. I helped run some drills and then we played a little scrimmage. I was a little embarassed for getting tired due to the high altitude. I don't think that I am in that bad of shape, but oh well. I feel like I am already gaining their trust after the first day, which feels so good. I am learning Kiswahili so fast and I praise God for it because it is helping me so much connect with the boys. As we were eating afterwords at a shack they call a hotel they asked me why I came to Kisumu. I was able to open the door just a little about why God has placed me here. I really like these boys. These boys are hated and rejected by many of the people in the city. I am so glad that I can be their friends. I explained to them that we can learn from eachother. They can help me with swahili and I can help teach them the Bible and some soccer. I hope to engage in Christian fellowship with these boys in the near future. I don't know where many of them stand spiritually, but I think that we will talk about that soon. I mostly want to genuinly love them as God enables me to do so. I think that the most loving thing we can do in introduce somebody to our great God. There is nothing better!!

How to milk a cow?

Well, the first thing that I learned is that it is all in the fingers. You need to get the cow into the holding cell for milking first. Then after you have secured the cow you want to apply some lubricant on the teets. You start high up on the teets and then squeeze firmly. You then pull down and aim the milk into a clean bucket. you repeat this process many times until each teet has been thoroughly milked. Milking cows by hand is really hard work. If I ever own cows I will need to gets some milking pumps. Anyways, I had the best time at the farm. It was good to walk around with people who are comfortable with Kenya and have adapted wonderfully to the lifestyle of a Kenyan. It has allowed me to not fear the adventure that God has for me here.

Kibuye Market

I walked around the big market here in Kisumu. I was the only white person there, but it was so cool. Sunday is the big day for the market. There was so much produce and so many people. I got enough strange looks for one day and I was ready to go home after a little while. I learned that sometimes men will pretend to be drunk and then try to hug you as they rob you in the process. I had a man try and then I quickly got him off me and went my way. I bought a pineapple from a friend and his family and a bag of onions because I was persuaded by some lady who saw dollar signs when the Mizungu (white man) walked by. I paid a good price though. She didn't rip me off.

Anyways, I hope that you are all doing well today. Thank you for all your support and prayers.