Last Thursday we had a follow up class for the teachers that work at the Care Points near us in Nsoko. The World Race Teams that had been there before us had done a class with these teachers and we wanted to see how things were going and what they still needed help on. The day went really well. Esther over saw the whole thing and taught them new songs and lessons. Lauren taught them how to teach the alphabet with flashcards. Mark and I taught them how to read/act out Bible stories for the children. Katey taught them new games. It was fun watching the teachers with their hair wrapped in pretty cloth and wearing flowered dresses doing silly hand motions with us to games, songs and skits.
For lunch Katey and I were scheduled to cook everyone a meal. We’ve been doing most of the cooking for our team so weren’t to worried about preparing a meal for our guests. We arrived in the morning unsure of what we’d be preparing though. And then our friend Nicholas arrived with cut up warthog. Wow! I’d never cooked warthog before and definitely never served it to someone else. 
But with Nicholas’ help, it was a success. We were also serving this stuff called Pap, which is pronounced “Pop”. It looks like mashed potatoes but tastes like a taste-less carbohydrate. We had a huge caldron to make it in that took two of us to lift. As we were running late, we were a little concerned about serving our guests on time. We prayed and hoped the water would boil quickly. It should have taken a long time for the huge pot filled with water to heat but miraculously it was done almost immediately after we’d prayed. That was definitely a God thing. Thank you Jesus. Oh and by the way, warthog does not taste like chicken. 
At the end of the day, we walked out with small gifts of pencils, sharpeners, bookmarks, stickers and gave them to each teacher. Well you would have thought we’d given them a million dollars. Each teacher got up and danced and sang. They were so grateful for such a small thing.
I will miss this place so very much. It grieves me to have to leave the children behind. 
We have really grown to love Sma (our friend and interpreter) as well as many of the other women. I wish we could do more. I wish we could stay.
