The front of Justine's house
_One day Justine (reminder: the guest house maid and cook) invited us to her house for lunch on a Sunday. Her mud 'hut' isn't really a hut, and is, actually, a lot like a small cabin. It's on the way to the school so we knew the way, and just our family set off.
She served quite a bit; chicken, matoke (special banana), beef (hopefully bought from the maduka - her cow is so sweet, if possible for a cow to be...), vegetables and rice... It was delicious! We stayed a little while after, thanking her endlessly for the meal.
She has two children; Isaiah (three months old and CHUBBY!) and John (three years old). Micheal (her husband) has a daughter named Sarah from his last marriage. The problem is . . .
She served quite a bit; chicken, matoke (special banana), beef (hopefully bought from the maduka - her cow is so sweet, if possible for a cow to be...), vegetables and rice... It was delicious! We stayed a little while after, thanking her endlessly for the meal.
She has two children; Isaiah (three months old and CHUBBY!) and John (three years old). Micheal (her husband) has a daughter named Sarah from his last marriage. The problem is . . .
 Justine in her kitchen |  Justine with chubby Isaih |
Justine with her husband Michael and two boys (John and Isaih) in their living room
_Justine has a daughter in the Children of Peace program from HER last marriage named Betty Kalenda. She lives with her great-grandparents, but Justine's grandmother died recently and Justine got a phone call one day, when she was working. She was horribly sad but kept to her job in fear of not being paid that week. Justine's grandmother was like a mother to her, and it must have been horrible to loose her while sweeping the dust from under the bookcase... Which brings me to Justine's grandmother's funeral.
All the volunteers came, and we were all saved seats. Something would be said in liguisu (the local language) and then songs. It alternated like that for about an hour and then people started to disperse. We got up and followed, until we found out they were going to see the dead body. I stayed back with Mom, Dad and Barbara.
All the volunteers came, and we were all saved seats. Something would be said in liguisu (the local language) and then songs. It alternated like that for about an hour and then people started to disperse. We got up and followed, until we found out they were going to see the dead body. I stayed back with Mom, Dad and Barbara.
The hundreds of friends and family at Justine's grandmother's wedding.
Me and Betty
_Betty Kalenda was there and she looked depressed and solemn. Once she had found me she slipped her hand quietly into mine and didn't say anything, so I didn't either. I wonder if she'd been the one to find the body? The thought made me shiver... Imagine...
Bye,
Allie
Bye,
Allie
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