Our last day at the Gospel of Life Church was a little different. Normally we split the kids in two or three groups. This time we didn't. It was challenging dealing with so many kids but it was fun. I am still bothered by some throat soreness and I had to raise my voice during the Daniel performance. I still have a voice but my throat hurts more a lot more today. It is all worth it though.
Before I left Hawaii I asked my two daughters for any bracelets or kids jewlry they were willing to give away to kids in Uganda. I had misplaced the bag with the jewlry but I found it last night. So I decided to bring the jewlry to give it away today. I also decided to give away the last few pieces of candy one of my sisters in law had sent all they way from Minnesota. When giving things away to kids here you have to be careful because you'll bet swarmed and maybe overwhelmed. So I was careful to only hand things out when I wasn't surrounded by too many kids.
One thing I wanted to do was to give the pretiest necklace to my little climbing friend. She was as full of energy today as ever. She found me quickly and was pleased when I picked her up. Needles to say, she was happy with her new present. A few other kids noticed and asked for a necklace too.
After we were done with the kids, something was announced in Ugandan. Then I saw kids running out the door. I was confused. It seemed kids were happy to be done. I followed a few of them and then asked someone where the kids were going. That person told me they were going to get food. I think they said porridge but I am not sure. I kept walking, following the kids and finally found them lined up waiting to get some food. I didn't know, but the church had a kitchen/eating area way in the back in what seemed a completely different property.
I had to rush back to the van because our team was leaving. Kids were coming to give me hugs and say goodbye. The staff was very grateful that we came. We kept on telling them what a great blessing this was to us. As we were driving off, the kids were saying goodbye mizungu! Mizungu is the term they use generally for white people, I keep telling locals that I am not white but they still call me Mizungu. We know the kids mean well so we don't mind the term, although I bought a tee-shirt that says "My name is not mizungu."
We are going to miss our little friends. I think they will miss us too. In fact, they know we are not going to the church tomorrow but one of the pastors told us that some of the kids will show up anyway, expecting to see us. We begin the long journey back home tomorrow.
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