A week of no sleep
makes me wanna weep
the music is gone
after oh so long
Rihanna and shots and the trumpet man
Sleepless nights without a fan
The music pumping my brain is thumping unable to sleep for 7 days yes a week would somebody please give me the keys to the house next door so I can sleep and snore after cutting the power to the hours of music I'll lose it if somethin doesn't change I've become estranged to normal sleep my mind it's hard to keep with the lack of snoozing we all a' losin' time and minutes and minutes and time and I haven't used a dime in sometime because I'm in Africa away from the Traffic(a) of America Hysteria where Malaria no where to be found Eugenes hound was poisoned by the thieves who went on to leave with out stealing a thing all they left was the sting of losing a friend some would say man's best but when put to the test Adam found it could not satisfy his life so God brought a woman from his rib and she filled the cribs and helped with the bibs and raised Cain and Abel this isn't a fabel but a history lesson you'll miss me unless in an hour I return we can learn from the books take a look inside and you'll find a great story of how to live without worry the story of the trumpet man next door blurting out noises from a pipe gives you an idea of the hype goin' on next door from 8pm to three or four the people kickin' back shots what a way to mourn in my mind I'm torn wantin the music to stop wantin' to call the cops
…ok. So a bit of a rabbit trail there. This all makes sense and flows nicely in my brain, but I've read it (rather quickly with few breathes and great diction I might add) and my teammates are less than supportive.
So I suppose you want the story behind this nonsensical poem:
One week ago a man died next door to us. We heard loud and somewhat violent screams outside, grabbed our headlamps and went to find out what was going on. Our security guard informed us that a man had died next door.
In Kenya, when someone dies, the neighbors come around the family and mourn together. Since the family is losing sleep, the neighbors also commit to a week of sleepless nights. In this case, they rented huge speakers and played loud music from around 830pm to 5am. The idea was to have parties each night to raise money for the funeral. The music was beyond loud, and actually we could feel our floor vibrating some of the time.
It was definitely a difficult week, everyone battled fatigue and exhaustion.
Oh, also, our friend Eugene had his dog poisoned by some theives. They slipped the hound a piece of poisoned meat, but didn't manage to steal anything after killing the dog. Eugene casually mentioned this to me as we walked back from church together.
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Trivia
So I haven't kept up with my trivia idea, but hey, better late than never! Whoever answers the most questions by the end of my trip will win a souveneir from Kenya. The first person to leave a comment on this blog with the correct answer will get the point. Here goes…
What is the name of the city I am currently living and ministering in?
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Ms. Patti – 1 Point
