I got back home on Wednesday evening. The flight back was long and uneasy. For some reason, a million families decided to travel with their little children to Ethiopia that day. They wailed, threw tantrums, screamed, rolled down the airplane corridors, tickled passengers and did all sorts of things that made me terrified of ever having children. I couldn’t sleep. I tried to; but I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to yell at them to stop shouting.(Gosh, I feel evil for even thinking of shutting kids up.) A 20 hour flight is bad enough. A 20 hour flight with obsessively loud kids on the plane is a nightmare straight out of the dungeons of hell. If this was the devil’s ploy to test my faith, it worked. It worked really well. I was really angry.
By the time I got to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, I was a wobbly tired mess. And I promised myself to teach my kids(when I do have them someday) to avoid tantrums at all costs.Especially in public! I definitely do not want them being a public nuisance.
Anyway, before I got ranting about yelling children, I meant to tell you about my last week in beautiful OH.(Ohio). It was a jam-packed 7 days for sure. I had a farewell lunch with my workmates at Koos at Fort Rapids(yay for Asian food!My absolute favourite Chinese place in Ohio. Not that I ate from very many Chinese restaurants in Ohio.But of all the three I went to, it was the loveliest). Lovely people plus lovely food= absolute delight. Thank you guys. I miss you all already. On Friday, Mike and I went to Easton to watch “God’s Not Dead.” Spoiler alert: The plot for the movie was a bit shaky in my opinion but the discussions between the Professor and the student paved way for some good intellectual discourse. That evening, I went over to Melanie and Dan’s house for dinner and to say farewell to them and their babies; Leah and Will. It was an utterly entertaining evening.
On Saturday, Patty, Mike and I went to Millersburg to see the Inn at Honey Run. It is a beautiful vacation place. Nesting in the undulating hills of Millersburg, it offers a picturesque view of the rural Ohio countryside with vast glimpses of gorgeous Amish country. Serene and surrounded by a thin canopy of trees, it exudes warmth. The earth-tone colours of the main building give the illusion that it is built into the hill on which it stands. One of the cottages actually is built into the hillside and it looks like a honey-comb. Owned and run by Jason Nies, a Reynoldsburg bred Ohioian, the Inn is a place I would spend all my days at.
We had tasty lunch and then Jason drove us to Mary and David’s farm just a few hundred metres away from the Inn. David and Mary are Amish. I’ve read alot about the Amish and I had so many expectations of Amish people. The media portrays Amish people in a negative way many times. However, I found the Amish family we visited to be very pleasant, jolly, entertaining and very cultured unlike what the movies, books, and reality shows tell us often times. They are a normal family that farms, rears cattle and chickens and has horses and buggys for transportation. Also, the little children are taught German and Dutch and get to learn English when they start school. (Sounds a lot like Uganda where we learn English when we start school).
In true Amish fashion, David and his wife declined to have us take pictures of any members of the family. However, Mary was kind enough to let me try on her Amish women’s attire. Unfortunately, I do not pull it off as well as the ladies in Amish country do.
In really fun news, I taught Lingala dance at my last Zumba class last week. Boy oh boy. It is so hard to gyrate my waist and hips and maintain my balance while dancing! I wonder how Lingala dancers do it for 4-hour concerts. It was great fun however. Allie, the instructor says she is going to incorporate the paka-chini dance move into one of her routines.
Among the other amazing things that happened was that spring came. The sun finally came out and the grass turned really gree. The crocusses and daffodils bloomed. I had never been happier to see sunshine. We went to Grandma Jean’s and I bade farewell to her and Uncle Bob.
Here I am soaking up all the sunshine I can get in the front yard and at the Longaberger Basket building.
Sunday was monumental. I was commissioned by Pastor Jeff and the entire RUMC congregation. It was very humbling to know that I am loved and cared for by all those incredible people. Friends, family and colleagues turned up for the ocassion. It makes me happy to know that I have a loving family in Ohio and in Uganda. (Blessings that I do not take for granted!) Saying goodbye is not an easy ordeal for me. Naturally, I was an emotional wreck all weekend. I cried my lungs out and ended up with a swollen, puffy face and bulging eyes. Afterwards, Patty, Mike and I went to Papa Boo’s at Buckeye lake for lunch with a couple of their old friends.
It was so emotional seeing my mum at the airport on Wednesday. I haven’t exactly had any sensible sleep since then and I know the jet lag is going to catch up with me soon. Tomorrow I travel to Kitgum to see my aunt and cousins. My uncle, their father, passed on a few days ago. Today, I undid my braids and the afro is out. I am going to the hairdresser’s in a few minutes to have my hair straightened out and the afro is going to get bigger. (The only time I like having my hair out! I hate braids so I cannot wait to have my hair dreadlocked next week!)
Have a lovely weekend folks. Happy Easter.