11/30/2012:  Finding the Impossible!!

     Some of you will remember that I lost my domestic cell phone in the middle of the rainforest in Congo, DRC,...while the motorbike I was travelling on-with my drive,-fell into the river.  The phone probably went into the river too,.......

     WELL, the Africans have contacted us in the US to say they have found my cell phone "along the path"!!!!!   When they told me they'd look for it, you'll remember I said my chances were zero and none?  Wrong again.  Of course, now they want a reward,...altho' I'm sure that it doesn't work anymore after all this time in the water, in the steamy rainforest/jungles of Africa!

     Just thought it was a funny story,....I told them to keep it.

Rogers/Banuamazi (African names)

Fall Is In The Air,..Traveling..........

Oct. 30, 2012


     Tuesday, October 30, 2012. "Fall Is In The Air, Travelling"

     So it has been 3 weeks since last time I blogged,......time flies when you're having FUN!  During this time Fall, OctoberFest(s), hot dog roasts, beautiful leaves, football, & cold nights have arrived in N Texas!

     God has been so good to me during this time.  I've had the chance to show my Africa pictures to family, friends, donors, missionary kids from back in the day,..and in some businesses as well.   I'm thankful for technology, which allows many more to see Africa thru my photos on Facebook, Twitter, & my blog.

     My 'sharing' trips have taken me to Edwardsville, IL, another small town in mid-MO-can't remember name-:(, Southlake, TX, Ft. Collins, CO, Omaha/Lincoln, NE.  Along the way I've shared many, many memories and wonderful times of reminiscing & laughter!!   As I like to say, 'thank God for frequent flyer miles!'

     Many folks have asked about my next trip to Uganda/Congo,...and, how they could help me go.

    At this point, I plan to stay home in Texas through the Holidays.   (I will consider invites to show my pictures 'locally').   I'm looking at going back to Congo & Uganda next February, 2013.  The purpose would be to see the Bereen pastors & their Orphan Ministry in Congo,....and, to go to Kampala, Uganda to help out again at Buyamba God Cares Schools, Uganda,-taking needed items again to help those kids.  My heart is touched by the orphans of war, Aids, & starvation in those two countries.   As details come together, I'll surely let you know.

     Have a blessed day, and Holidays, as well.  Check back once in awhile, as you never know when I may get the urge to blog again!-:)

Rogers/Banuamazi

"Retrospective: Journey of A Lifetime: Africa 2012"

October 9, 2012:                   "Retrospective: Journey of A Lifetime: Africa 2012"
                                                              "A Thimble Full of Hope!"

     Did you notice?   We went in fast forward to TODAY,..Oct. 9, 2012!   I'm happy to be back at home,..with several thoughts ringing in my head,.......

     God is good ALL the time!  This trip(s) was a totally a 'God-thing',...supported by many, many people I've known & loved for years,...LIKE YOU!!!  Thank you so much for your prayers, love, & support.  Not many people get to realize their 'lifelong dream' like I just did.  Thank you, God!  In addition, not many get to 'go' & minister in God's name,-on behalf of so many here at home.

     The whole thing still seems SURREAL, when I think about it!  But, it was/is REAL.  I really DID go on Mission to Uganda 2x & Congo 1x in 2012!   I really DID get to minister at the God Cares Uganda Summer Camp to 750 kids!  I really DID get to travel 'alone' thru Uganda, Rwanda, & into the Dem. Rep. of Congo, & I really DID get to travel over 200 miles by "airplanes??" & motorbike in Congo,-with my long time friends & 'protocol', Tom & Kathy Lindquist.  We really DID get to return to several places our parents had served as missionaries, way back in the day!  (I say I travelled 'alone', in quotes,-for God was with me each step of the way!).   AND, we really WERE safe the whole trip into deepest/dangerous parts of the Congo rainforest,....something that is definitely not always the case!  PTL!  Oh, we certainly faced scarey moments, sometimes scarey hours,...but, as I say, God is good all the time! 

     I/we really DID get to see places we'd lived as missionary kids,..& sleep in places/houses we lived in way back in the '50's & 60's.  We really DID get to hang out with men & women,-now in their 90's,-who worked with our parents for many years!   We also got to meet,-some for the first time,- the kids, grandkids, & greatgrandkids of the same people!  We also really DID get to present a Biblical Leadership Seminar to 35-40 African pastors.  What a thrill,...is all I can say!

     Thruout the trip I was taken back in time to when I lived there from 1950-1960.  Then, as now, the local people really need someone to hold out to them a "thimble full of hope".  Their lives are very difficult, dangerous, & the unexpected is the norm,-not the exception.  Many, many times the local Africans have fled into the forest to escape with their lives from the tortures of rebels, who come through periodically.   (I'm keeping this in generalities on purpose!).  Through it all they continue to serve the Lord, & continue the work begun by the original 5 missionaries in 1938!  What an example of commitment!  Some have fled the pillaging & plundering 3x already just in 2012!  One pastor & his family have fled 45 times in the past 40 years!  

     I want to share one very personal thing I enjoyed on the trip to Station Katanti, Congo.  There is a stand of guava trees behind 'my house' which we planted in the '50's.  Those trees still bear the scars of many of us as teenagers,-who carved into the bark a heart with the initials of boyfriend/girlfriend,-as kids all over the world will do.  I awoke the first morning in 'my house' with a "God-thought" in my mind.  Getting up early & alone, I went to that grove of trees & carved into the bark a heart.  The heart contained the initials(RG+CG),..for
Roger Green + Carol Green.  This special moment was given to me in memory of my wife Carol, who is with her Lord, in Heaven.   You may remember it was Carol who encouraged me to return to Africa,..in her final days here on Earth.  And, I can ASSURE you she was watching & loving every minute of my trip,....from her Heavenly vantage point!!  PTL.

Guava tree in Congo, where I carved a heart in the bark,-

saying (RG+CG),..which will be there forever!

     Since returning to Texas in early September, I've had many, many opportunities to show my pictures & speak to many groups across the USA, from CA to MO,...from TX to CO, from NE to IL, & more.  Facebook, Twitter & the technology of the Blog have enabled me to reach out to many more than I could ever do alone.   Each time it is a blessing to do so.  Many have asked "so, when's your next trip?",..or, "would you go back to live there fulltime?", or "are you done with Africa?"  First, I would go back, so I'm not done with Africa!  As difficult as it is, I'm looking ahead to 2013 already with the prayer I may be used again in Africa.  Living there full time is really way, way 'out there'.  As you've seen in this Blog, it is extremely difficult to maintain any kind of safe, even close to 'normal' lifestyle in Congo.  And, it may not be the best way to help the people in that country,..for many reasons too numerous to discuss.  By the way, I have not felt a call to "Full Time Service in Congo", either.  What I HAVE felt is a connection to the Congo & Uganda that I want to continue to develop, especially in the area of caring for millions of orphaned children in Africa.   As God leads, He will show me how best to minister, serve, & help the African people. 

     In addition, I have felt a connection to short-term missions anywhere God would take me.  So, the skies the limit!!,....I'm really just an old, retired salesman, who wants to live out his life 'giving back' to others. 

     I'm not finished writing this Blog,..so check back from time to time.  You never know when another memory will hit me that I choose to share with all of you following the Blog,...and again,  Thank You! I'd love to hear from many of you, too,.....

Rogers/Banuamazi

Today's Blog: "Let the Games Begin!",.click/Enjoy

Sept. 6, 2012: Thursday:  "Let the Games Begin!,...Heading Home From Africa"

     SOOOOO,...after a couple of 10 hour flights,-one from Rwanda thru Uganda to Amsterdam, & the other from Amsterdam to Detroit,-I was more than ready to be Home!  One little problem, I was still in Detroit, awaiting my flight to Dallas & home!!  I must have looked TERRIBLE,..because when I checked in for my Detroit-Dallas flight the agent said, "Sir, I'm going to do something REALLY NICE for you!"  With that she handed me a FREE upgrade ticket to 1st Class!   (Did I really look that BAD??).  I gratefully accepted the upgrade, with sincere thanks.....

     Boarded & headed for home in style in the 1st row of 1st Class.  I had to try & remember how to act,..as I NEVER fly 1st Class unless someone is giving it to my, free!  One wonderful thing,..I think all the others in First Class were business people, who were working on some type of presentations.  It IS great to be retired from that rat race!! Flight attendant served drinks, chicken salad sandwiches, fruit, chips, & a brownie,..all free.  LUV IT!!  I could get used to this First Class lifestyle,..however, it really isn't worth the extra bucks,..unless your company is paying for it!  All of us arrive at the same destination, right?

     We hit moderate turbulence about 20 minutes out from DFW,..not unusual in the Summer/Fall in Texas.  I was getting excited to see oldest daughter, Michelle, who was picking me up at the airport.  Landing was smooth, & as usual, took forever to reach the gate @ DFW.  Michelle was a welcome sight as I found her,-or she found me,-at Baggage Claim,.....I only had my carryon backpack, but @ DFW one meets his people @ Baggage Claim anyway.    Onward,....now REALLY heading home,...grateful that Michelle's kidney stone,-suffered while I was away,-had been taken care of......

     By the time I got home it was early evening,..so I just unpacked my backpack,..drank some juice & ate a quick bite,..then, went to bed for a L O  N G rest.  Didn't get up til "Noon-thirty" the next morn.   Then, I stood in my warm wonderful shower for an hour,-after having only spit baths for some 25 days!! 

     Stay tuned,....tomorrow's blog post will be a retrospective on the whole trip,....

Rogers/Banuamazi

FLY DAY II: Amsterdam to Detroit, USA........

     Sept. 6, 2012:                     "FLY DAY II.  Amsterdam to Detroit, USA!"


     After the L O  N G KLM flight from Entebbe to Amsterdam,....I was tired,..but only 1/2 way home!  Had to keep on truckin'!.....Boarded an Airbus A-330, one of favorite long-haul planes, for the trip to Detroit.  It started to feel a little like home,..-since this plane actually was a Delta plane.  KLM & Delta are code share partners.  Flight was FULL, & my seatmate was an African lady,...I think she was Islamic & from Somalia.  The flight dragged on & on for about 9 hours.

     My International Phone battery was down again,..so I charged it a little in Amsterdam terminal,..using my battery operated Chinese cell phone charger 'thingy',... & I.hoped to continue on the plane,..but once I got settled, I couldn't find my the charger thing. BUMMER!   And, neither KLM nor Delta offered electrical outlets on these 2 flights,....altho' many International flights I've been on do offer electrical outlets. 

     Breakfast was served onboard,..for the second time that day:  fruit, french toast, cheese, crackers, yogurt & coffee.  Listened to onboard music, -Alan Jackson's 34 #1 Hits!......tried to sleep, but didn't do much good at that.  I maybe got an hour here & there,....Delta served an afternoon snack of orange juice, water, pretzels, & peanuts.  Yep,..we must be back with an American airline,.....the flight felt like it would NEVER end.  Filled out US Customs forms for re-entry @ Detroit.

     About 10 minutes out from Detroit's airport,-on final approach,- we hit HEAVY TURBULENCE,...in fact, one of the flight attendants fell down in the aisle!    Finally, we made a smooth landing with no problems PTL.

     I walked 'a million miles' to Customs in the bottom of the airport.  Following that walk,..was another
L O N G walk to US Immigration.  The Customs/Immigration folks questioned me more than they usually do for returning US residents,-due to the fact that I had been gone a month, & didn't have anything but a packpack,-no checked luggage.  Finally, they believed me,.. that I had been on two Mission trips, & had given away most of my things to the Africans I'd gone to help,.....Somewhere along the Immigration/Customs line I met a young woman who had been in Africa on business for the US consul.  Shared a few experiences,.....

     Headed thru Detroit's nice new terminal to await my flight to Dallas/Ft.Worth Int'l,....and HOME!!

     Stay tuned,..there's still more fun ahead,.....!!!
Rogers/Banuamazi

"FLY DAY,...With a 'Toilet Tsunami' en Route!!"....."

Sept. 5, 2012: Wednesday: "Going Home to Texas, by way of Rwanda, Uganda, Amsterdam, Detroit, to DFW"

     Awoke pretty excited,..with a mix of nostalgia & sadness that I was leaving the Congo!  Tom & I would have to leave the apt. for the Congo border with Rwanda at about Noon.   My series of flights to Texas would  take the better part of 24 hours,...& lose a day on the way. 

     BTW, the power came on in Bukavu from 10pm-6am!  YAY!!  Charged up 'devices',..and the apt. battery power system.  Four Balega came to see me & wish me safe travels.  Afterwards, we ate a lunch of instant potatoes, bananas, meatballs & gravy, Grenadine drink, & pineapple.  YUMMY. 

     I forgot to say that yesterday Kathy & I went to a store downtown & I was able to buy 2 African shirts to take home with me.  We also went to a religious store to buy some souvenirs........

     Tom & I left his apt. by taxi around 12:30pm,..to go to Congo Immigration @ the border. Tom helped with Customs & Immigration, first on the Congo side, then, on the Rwanda side.  Again, I cannot TELL you how important it is to have a "protocol",-someone like Tom,-who knows the ropes and can smooth out the red tape!  Thank you Tom!!!!  Rwanda Customs wanted to look thru my backpack, so while that took place Tom got a taxi for me to use to go the 8km to Rwanda's Kamembe Airport,-my point of departure.  The taxi ride was about $5.50US-6,000 francs Rwandan money-,..driven by a man who knew passable English.  When I got to Kamembe, I had to wait until 1:30pm,-sitting outside on the steps of the "building",- for the Security & check in to open.  Here in Africa, one cannot enter those areas at all until 2 hours before flight time. 

     My Rwandair 3:30pm flight to Kigali, Rwanda, arrived at about 3:25pm. Oh,.we would be late leaving,...
T I A !!!.  There were 28 passengers on a 37 seat Dash 8,..mostly Africans.  In fact, this time there were only 4 of us Caucasians.  We finally took off about 4pm,..-30 min. late.  Flight to Kigali, Rwanda was uneventful, but very rough.  At Kigali International Airport,.-in the capital of Rwanda,-I had about a 3.5 hr wait.  At the 2 hour advance checkin & security rule,..I gained access to my gate for KLM's flight to Entebbe, Uganda, & on to Amsterdam. 

     In Kigali, 2 interesting things happened:  1). My newly acquired Delta/KLM Medallion Frequent Flyer status got me access into the Elite Pearl Lounge for free food, drinks, rest & free WiFi.  A man came to announce each flight, so no one misses theirs!!   2).  As I used the restroom downstairs,  something CRAZY happened.  When I flushed the toilet flush button stuck somehow,..and water began to overflow out onto the floor!!!!  YIKES,.....I had to high tail it outta there, before I was 'washed' away by the toilet Tsunami'!!!!!!!  UGH.   Anyway, I got out with a sigh of relief!   From Kigali Airport I was able to get my International Phone going again,..& texted the kids in the States.  My youngest granddaughter, Reese, texted me 'good nite!' How nice!!   Michelle texted that she would meet me the next day at DFW, USA!   How nice again!!   This was the first my kids knew for sure that I was then out of the Congo,....after all those days!! 

     As I boarded KLM, I met my seatmate, a really nice middle aged man from Cologne.  This gentleman, Mr. Jorg Weyer, is a Catholic who owns a  hospital equipment company for caring for premature babies. He had just been to the far corner near Rwanda/Congo border installing incubators!!   At that particular hospital there is only electricity 4 hours a day & the water supply is 'sketchy',too,.......so his job was longer than he expected,.....Mr. Weyer was very interested in my work with orphans in Uganda & Congo,..& we enjoyed a great sharing time. 

     Our flight attendant for the 35 min. flight to Entebbe, Uganda, stayed seated most of the time so we got to chat with her.  She is a veteran with KLM, very nice lady, with two kids @ home,....& works 'part-time'.  She can name her flights & destinations pretty much after 15 years!  She goes to places like Amsterdam, Uganda, Rwanda, Accra, Dubai, Shanghai, Narita Japan,...and, only flies International routes.

     At Entebbe, we had a 1 hr. layover, which we stayed on the plane.  A whole new crew came on for the flight to Amsterdam,..scheduled for 10 hours,....Both Mr. Weyer, my seatmate, & I tried to sleep during the long trip,..but only got maybe 3 hrs. at best.  KLM feeds you what seems like "all the time",..at least every 2 hours!   Our 'dinner' was served @ 11pm!   Amsterdam was overcast,-not unusual,-when we arrived.  I said goodbye to Mr. Weyer, & went to await my next flight,..from AMS to Detroit,.....

     But,..I'm getting ahead of myself,.....that story is for tomorrow's blog,......Stay tuned,...
Rogers/Banuamazi

FINAL Full Day in the Congo,..Exciting as always!!

Sept. 4, 2012: "My Final Full Day in the Congo,..Exciting, as always!!"

     Up @ 6:45am, took a spit bath & shaved!!  Wow, hadn't shaved in at least 2 weeks!!  Packed my bags to get EVERYTHING into my backpack,.....just carryon people-,..that's what my goal was!!

Ruins of Hotel where we were guarded in house arrest: 1960

More ruins of hotel

     A man named Wavimba, who owns an auto/truck parts store in Bukavu-since 1986-, came to take Kathy & me on a driving tour of places I'd remember in Bukavu.  Nice of him to do that!  He spoke pretty good English.  We saw the Grace Mission Guest House, on which property my parents & my sister lived for several years,-in a smaller house.  Then, we went to the ruins of Hotel Riviera, where the 30 of us missionaries were held under house arrest by drunk African soldiers with Soviet weapons,...all the way back in 1960!!   The Hotel is in ruins, but someone is planning to rebuild it, right on the shore of Lake Kivu. Also, Wavimba took us to see the Orchid Club, restaurant, lake front, & swimming/bar areas.  This is an exclusive type place built by the Belgians back in the day.  Rooms  here were $300-$500 dollars a night,..& the suites even higher.  It is still open, & locally run.  We took the steps down to the lake,..& Kathy 'snuck' a cellphone picture of me putting my feet into the water,..As a kid we swam many, many times in Lake Kivu.  Nowadays, the lake is giving off methane gas & carbon monoxide.  Well, I stuck my foot in anyway!!   There is some concern that the two chemicals being emitted may combine to force a MASSIVE explosion in a very populated area!!   Drove by the Plaza de la Independence, where policemen pulled us over, after seeing white people in Wavimba's car with hi!!.  Hassled him over his papers for his car.  One has to have 18 different 'permits' to maintain a car in Bukavu, Congo!    The police made him show them ALL!  Finally satisfied, they let him/us go ahead, without any money changing hands,.....!!!!!  On the way to the top of the hill overlooking Bukavu, we drove past the Governor's house,...-no pictures allowed,...-& one can only drive by,.....Anyway, @ the top of the hill was a beautiful view of Bukavu, Lake Kivu, the Ruzizi river,  Goma & volcanoes,what I call "Gorilla Mountain",  & Rwanda. 

Lake Front, Lake Kivu, Congo

Lake Kivu now give off methane gas & carbon dioxide,......

Me dipping my toe into Lake Kivu, for old time's sake!

     Lastly, we stopped downtown and saw the Grace Mission Apartment where my parents & sister lived,..and the building that was a Bookstore run by my Dad back then,...Oh,  I forgot,...while touring I walked right into a corner of the open car door,..hitting my left cheek!  Of course, as on old person,..it bled profusely, & looked like I had lost the match,............why is it I have always hit my head?????   BTW, while we were downtown we heard what sounded like a gunshot.  Kathy jumped a foot,..of COURSE,..I was cool & calm,.......NOT!

    .  Back to the apt. by 1:15pm,..waiting for Rich & Kathy MacDonald,..who own the Kahuzi Christian radio station here,..to come for a visit.  I grew up with Kathy(Baylor)MacDonald,..& my parents knew her husband Rich very well.  In fact, Dad & Kathy's father, Fred, used to play amazing practical jokes on each other & on our families.  Good Memories! 

      After a bit, the Berean pastors & two Youth pastors came with Pastor Kitoto.  We had promised them that I would give them my thoughts about their work I had seen Downcountry & in Bukavu.  We discussed the Orphanage they are starting here with 50 kids in 5 locations,-maybe this is something I can help with????  The meeting took 2 hours,-then, the Youth Pastors & the Adult Pastors gave me a 3 page letter to take to USA churches,.....

     For dinner, we shared bread, cheese, Grenadine(yum), tomatoes, pineapple, & peanut butter/jelly sandwiches.  sent texts to kids when to expect me in DFW airport.  No water, nor power in Bukavu again,...went to bed about 9:15pm.

Rogers/Banuamazi

     OH, an agent for the flights from Kamembe to Rwanda came by the house to see me.  After discovering that I planned to be out on an 8am flight,...he did some checking.  This was because the border between Rwanda & Congo is VERY BUSY in the early morning,..with folks coming from the Rwanda side to work,..& vice versa.  My original schedule would have included an 8 hour layover in Kigali, Rwanda.  This man was able to re-book me free on a later flight with the same routing,....--so, my wait would be mostly at Tom/Kathy's apt. the next day, instead of in Kigali airport.  AND, we wouldn't have to get up at 4am!!!  PTL.

    

"Visit to Kaziba Orphanage & Hospital,..on a Road from Hell!"

Sept. 3, 2012, Monday:  "A Visit to Kaziba Orphanage & Hospital,..on a Road from Hell!"

     Back in Bukavu, I got up around 7am.  About 9am a man came with a Land Cruiser to take Kathy & me to see an Orphanage called Kaziba Orphanage & Hospital.  Before we went Downcountry, we had met the Director, Mr. Flavien, & promised him we would come visit his place when we returned from Downcountry.  Since I'm involved with Buyamba Orphanage & God Cares Schools in Kampala, Uganda,....I particularly wanted to visit & compare the two..... and, to see what I could learn about this ministry, too.

     Kaziba Orphanage & Hospital, Congo, has about 60 kids in residence,..from newborns to 6 years old.  At age 6 the Orphanage does all it can do to get the kids placed for adoption,-or into the hands of foster parents.  It was started many years ago by Norwegian missionaries, & is now run entirely by Africans.  Many supporters of these kids are European/American,..& other nationalities.   The kids are often from families torn apart or killed by the many wars, uprisings, AIDS/HIV,........or just 'unwanted',....HOW SAD!

"Dorm room, 4 beds, 4kids in ea. bed(sideways)=16 kids!"

Brand 'new' baby born last nite, mother died in childbirth..

They love their "bumbo" chairs!!,..

Dorm room for the toddlers,....

     The "road" we took in the Land Cruiser was the WORST 'road' I had seen YET! (Notice, I did NOT say it was worse than the "paths" we had traversed downcountry on motorbikes,- thru the jungle!  That is a whole different thing!).   The Kaziba 'road' of 35 mountainous, rocky miles,..took us 3 hours by Land Cruiser!!  Bone jarring, mud, rocks, one way hairpin turns, landslides,....just to give you a picture of the 'road'!!  Also, this one is used by HUGE trucks carrying red mud bricks back to town,.& most often, the HUGE loads are capped at the top by many, many people, riding up there!   One wondered what in the world the people would hold onto,.-we could not find any evidence there WAS ANYTHING to hold onto.  I mean, those trucks may have been 3-4 stories high!!!  Our driver was cautious, and I really don't think that we ever travelled over 10 mph, due to the roughness/mud, trucks, & meeting people on foot.  The driver would sound the horn every time we approached a 'blind' corner,..of which there were about 5 million:-)!!!  

     In addition, we came across at least two of the huge trucks which had slid off the road & into the ditch.  On one occasion, the truck was blocking the road!  Another truck came to off load the first one,..& since we were on a one-way stretch, we had to back up a ways before we could fit by,......"'What's that drop on our side of the road???,....DON'T ASK!!!"  To sum up the 'road',..it was so bad that by the time we arrived at Kaziba, we had a broken shock absorber on the Land Cruiser.   Believe it or not,..in the middle of NOWHERE, someone fixed it while we toured the Orphanage & Hospital!  Don't know if they 'fixed it',..or just took it off,..anyway, it quit clanking under the truck.

Hydro electric plant built by Norwegian missionaries..

Dam over river to power the hydro plant,..

     The Kaziba post is very well organized, has 3 African doctors @ the hospital,..and good places for the kids to live.  Also, they have a huge working hydro-electric plant built by the Norwegians many years ago!!  It boggles the mind that the soldiers have not come & destroyed it as they did the one Downcountry at Station Katchungu!  Who knows why they haven't,??????,....... Anyway, Flavien & his folks @ Kaziba have electricity from the Plant!  He & his wife fed us lunch, & then we left about 2:15pm in order to get back to Bukavu & the apt. before dark.  Several sections of the road go thru places it would NOT be good to be out in a car as white people, after dark!  Flavien came with us, along with another relative who needed a ride.  Along the way we came upon two  trucks stopped,..with a mob of African young men fighting hand & fist,..or with poles/sticks,...all over the fact that someone had broken seven bottles of whatever the trucks were carrying!  Flavien knew some of the combatants, & we stopped to see if he could broker a 'peace deal'.  After a bit,- realizing it was a fruitless effort,- we drove away,....(Kathy & I breathed a sigh of relief!).

     We reached some of the worst areas of Bukavu just @ 5:30pm,..twilight time.  Roads were teeming with thousands of people on foot,....so thick that cars could barely make it through.  FINALLY, we arrived at the apt. @ 6:15pm,..almost full dark.  Kathy & I were absolutely BEAT,..from the pummeling we took on that road,..and some of the 'dangerous moments' we had survived as well.  We had peanut butter & jelly sandwiches & some cheese for dinner.  Again, no lights, no water,.......

     A man from the Balega church came to see us in the evening.  He talked & talked for an hour & a half.  He knows passable English,..so we could all communicate. He ended with a passionate plea for me to tell my kids & grandkids back in the States to come to Congo & work with the Balega!  (Now that's a TOUGH SELL,......!!!).

     I fell into bed about 9pm,....but WHOOPS!,..Songa came by to practice his English again.  I got up & talked with him for maybe 20 minutes,..& since I was falling asleep(rude),..I said goodnight & went back to bed.....

     Tomorrow would be the last day before my FLY DAY out of Africa,......if there were as many surprises as there were on Monday,..I'd certainly be caught up on my 'surprise quota',.............

     Stay tuned,......
Rogers/Banuamazai

"Another Flight 'From Hell',...flying back to Bukavu!"

Sept. 2, 2012: "Another Flight From Hell",..aka flying back to Bukavu!"

     Sunday dawned partly cloudy, after it had rained HARD two times during the night.  The roof over my 'bed' leaked, & the bed got wet down at the bottom.  So, just slept with legs drawn up,.....Up around 6:45am,..& waited for something for breadfast,..which never came.  Back to the good old 'power bars'; we're eating the last of those, too.  The African did bring us boiled water we used to refill our bottles, & make some instant coffee. 

What was left of a black Mamba snake(very poisonous)

     Tom was showing the glasses & watches he had brought from the USA to some pastors.  Since we were going to take ANY cargo flight out,..we decided to not attend church,..rather, to await word from the airport, & be ready to go at a moment's notice.  Suddenly one of the pastor's phone rang, with a message that there was a plane leaving for Bukavu in 15 minutes, & the pastor would come to get us.  We rushed around, rather 'like chickens with our heads cut off',.....to get things ready to go!  As usual, the messenger took 35 minutes to show up!  So, we finally started our walk to the airstrip,...maybe 2 miles.  Upon arrival, we noticed the Lett M-410 was the SAME one that had broken down the night before!!   This would be our plane for that day!!,  Everyone connected with the cargo flight ASSURED us that even though the plane had broken down the night before,..it was fixed & ready to fly!!!,...well,-what could we do?????  .In fact, the plane was already loaded w/cargo & a few people,..& just waiting for us to show up!  Thank God, they waited.  Immediately, we each climbed up a  STRAIGHT UP, VERTICAL ladder,..which was BARELY big enough for us to make it up & into the plane's belly. PTL, Someone had totally taken care of our Passports, visas, & Go Passes,...remember this is the place where on the way into Downcountry we had been hassled for over 3 hours!

      Once again the inside was totally STRIPPED, & made into a cargo plane.  There were two African pilots in the front, with no bulkhead nor door between them & us!!   We just sent up some silent prayers for our safety!  This plane had 4 seats,..occupied by Congolese soldiers!!!  The pilot came & told the soldiers they would have to move to sitting on the cargo/floor,..& let the "paying passenger's" have the 4 seats!  The soldiers were NOT happy.  We all agreed we'd rather have the soldiers 'happy', & just let them have the seats,...but, the pilot wouldn't do that.  So, the soldiers sat on the cargo & the floor,..looking quite upset!  That was ALL we needed, at the beginning of another 'adventure' flight,....!!!!!!!

     A young male African businessman/student sat beside Kathy, & couldn't keep his eyes off of her.  She was quite uncomfortable,....& Tom & I sat right behind them,......OH,..you wanted SEAT BELTS????????    As    they say in New York,  fugetaboutit!!!   Some barrels of something were rolling  freely around toward the back of the plane.  Of course, the bathroom was gone, too.

    The pilot started each of the twin turboprop engines separately.  Altho' they had insisted everything was fine with the plane,....I was comforted to notice he ran each engine up to high rpm's, ...for longer than usual!!  Satisfied that all was well, he released the brakes, & we lumbered down the dirt strip.  Amid much NOISE the plane lifted off, & the crazy thing actually FLEW,  PTL!   Our trip was just about 45 minutes, to Bukavu,(border town),...punctuated by a very good, soft landing!  (When flying into the Congo interior, one is able to see wreckages of numerous of these flights that went down in the jungle,..the planes are usually just left where they crash!).

     At Kavumu airport outside of Bukavu, Immigration was a breeze, with no problems.  It maybe took 15-20 minutes.  It felt so good to be back to "civilization",...such as it is, that is,.....Upon arriving by taxi at Tom's apt., we discovered there still was no water, no electric, & the emergency batteries were getting low! We were able to charge our International phones off the batteries,....so we could make some calls & texts to let loved ones know we were ok.  Remember, we had been out of any communication for 9 days!

     Since it was Tom's birthday, we went to a restaurant within walking distance of the apt.  It was clean, & we shared a nice meal there.  Tom had a fish entree,-& I mean the whole fish, head & all!  Kathy had tilapia(meat only) & potato fries,..and I had pork chops with fries.  I treated Tom & Kathy to the meal,..and it was only $45US.

     We needed some bread,..but didn't find any on our walk back from the restaurant.  All 3 of us took a much awaited, long, nap,..until 6:30pm!  Then we ate leftovers from the restaurant meals for dinner.

     A BIG, WINDY, noisy thunderstorm came thru after dinner.  Had to batten down the hatches,...Emile, our Immigration friend came over & true to form stayed til 10pm!

     Even after the long afternoon nap, I was 'wasted',..so I went to bed around 8pm.  I loved hearing the rain on the metal roof,..especially now that we were out of the Downcountry,......in just two days l would be reversing my steps from Congo thru Rwanda, Uganda, Amsterdam, Detroit, & Dallas,.....to the good old USA!!  Meanwhile I was giving away clothes, shoes, jackets, etc.,...with a goal of getting EVERYTHING into just my backpack.  And, this was making several Africans extremely happy with my gently used stuff!!,.....

Rogers/Banuamazi

   ...

BIG DAY! Leaving Downcountry, Congo!!

September 1, 2012, Saturday, 'BIG DAY,.Leaving downcountry, Congo!!


     I was awakened two times in the night by wind, thunder, lightning, & rain blowing in my room's window.  WOW,....we really needed to get going that day,...but God did provide.....

     Got up @ 5:30am, & breakfast @ 6am.  Guess what?  The sun is out now & drying the paths for us,..BUT, true to form (T I A),....a new problem surfaced.  Tom's piki piki's rear tire was flat as a pancake,..AGAIN!!  Our piki drivers went looking for an inner tube & gasoline.  (The piki drivers had not brought all the gasoline we needed from our stash @ Katshungu!!).  Why?...who knows?   The guys found gasoline, but no inner tube.  Well, we pumped up the tire,..prayed over it,...& waited an hour.  Praise God, the tire held!!  

Saying goodbye to SaSimon @ Station Katanti, Congo

     Started out @ about 10am, after emotional goodbyes to SaSimon & the other Africans.  I cried all the way down the Station Katanti hill,..on the back of my piki piki.  This time my driver was a really nice young man, & a good driver!  I think he knew 3 words of English,..'yes' & 'no' & 'ok'!!    As expected, the road was a mess, so we had to ride pikis very carefully, with many dismounts & pushing.  The rear tire on Tom's bike held until we were about 4km short of our first goal, - a place called Mapunga.  So, we stopped in that village to re-group.  Over the course of an hour and a half, the Africans took off the back wheel and tire,..and patched holes in two places.  (Now, why didn't these guys tell us they had patches & glue in their toolkits before we started out????!!!).

    The next phase of our journey was Mapunga to Lugungu,...this particular stretch of path is AMAZINGLY difficult passage.  Trees down, many,many rivers, many, many culverts, very overgrown,...you get the idea.  Very slow going,.....so we finally reached the crossroads @ Lugungu around 2:30pm.  We rested a bit, then headed out on the final leg, from Mapunga to Shabunda(regional center). 

     Just 6km short of the regional town of Shabunda,  Tom's piki tire went flat again!  Same tire,..new problems.  We negotiated with some villagers along the way to push Tom's piki to our destination,..& we would just walk.  Their price was so exorbitant,...& they wouldn't budge on price, so we went to 'plan B'.  Tom went ahead with one of the good piki pikis, while Kathy & I stayed behind with the broken down piki.  Plan B was for Tom to return, or send 2 piki piki back to pick us up BEFORE nightfall!!   Kathy & I sat under the thatched  roof covered village 'meeting place',..waiting & watching over Tom's bike. 

     While waiting, a plane flew right over our heads, on its way to Shabunda air strip.  We knew it was the last plane into/out of Shabunda for Saturday.  Our hopes of making it onto that plane that same day, Saturday,..were dwindling to zero & none!   Kept telling myself, Roger,- God is good all the time'!.......  Now our hope was to get a plane to Bukavu the next day, Sunday.  Meanwhile back at the village,.. a crowd gathered to watch the Bazungu(white folks) under the meeting roof.  A couple of them knew passable English,..& with Kathy's Swahili & my Kilega, we were able to converse.  Two of them said they were the local Catholic priests for the village.  However, one of them said, "If you will take me with you to America, & give me a job,..I'll gladly switch to your religion!"  The two men were drinking palm wine, or palm whiskey,..made locally from the fruit of palm trees,..the palm nuts.  They 'dared' me to taste it,...so I did.  Now I won't need an airplane to fly!!!!,.......

Kathy & I waiting with broken-down piki piki

     Kathy & I waited over 2 hours, & began to get a little nervous as the afternoon wore on toward darkness.  An old man, who claimed to be Protestant, came to see us too.  He couldn't keep his eyes off of Kathy, which grew to be an uncomfortable situation.  He had been drinking, & at one point asked Kathy to "go home with him!"  Of course, she refused.  This was met with more bravado & jabbering on his part.  Later, he asked Kathy to "go home & pray with him, & cook for him!"   In Congo, that last phrase means he wanted to make her his wife!   Uncomfortable, to say the least.  SO, we pushed the bad piki piki up the hill away from the meeting place, & thankfully the crowd,-including the man,-did not follow us!   PTL. Some 35 minutes later 2 piki pikis returned to pick us up.  We left Tom's piki piki with careful instructions to the Africans that someone would come the next day for the piki. 

     The 8km ride to Shabunda was uneventful,..UNTIL,...we approached a crowded crossroad, filled with people, including police/soldiers.   I noticed all of them were standing stock still,....& it looked menacing.  My driver stopped, & told me to get off the bike, and also to stand still.  My thought was,..'this can't be good,..and may not end well',..so I stood there praying & standing still.  After a time a whistle blew,..like a referee's whistle,...& everyone began to move again.  My driver told me to get on the bike,..& off we went, to our destination,...the Shabunda pastor's house.  (Upon passing the airstrip, we noticed the plane we had watched over our heads,-while we waited in the village.  It had broken down somehow,..and was needing repairs before it could fly back out!).  We found out later that every day at sundown they take down the Congo flag,....EVERYONE who happens to be at that place must stand at attention until the whistle blows for all clear!   WOW!!  Shabunda was teeming with people, & to me didn't feel completely safe!!  I couldn't help but flash back to 1960, when we fled this very area!  We also discovered that due to the erronious report on the radio regarding missionaries coming back to dig up buried treasure,..local pastors had put themselves at risk, & went on the radio to say that it was a hoax,....that we were missionaries who meant no harm. 

     The pastor's wife had boiled drinking water for us,...& we were able to spit bath our weary, tired bodies.  I was given a small room with a mat bed,...& Tom/Kathy had a larger room with the same things.  The bathroom,-a 'hole in the ground'  was 'down the path',.....AND, did I say,..it started pouring down rain AGAIN!  And, this is the "dry" season??????????? 

     Shortly after a meal of the same things we've been eating for two weeks or so,...I/we went to bed.  As for me,..I was BEAT!!!!!! & sleep came quickly.....First leg of our trip out of Downcountry was completed,..I could 'hardly wait' for what may happen the next day,...a Sunday,....

Rogers/Banuamazi

STILL Ready to Leave, But WAIT SOME MORE!!...

August 31, 2012: Katanti, Congo DRC, Africa:

     This is the 3rd post for Friday, Aug. 31, .....while we WAITED & WAITED for things to come together for our trips out of the Rain Forest to Shabunda,..then to the border town of Bukavu, Congo.  Yes, I was getting a bit impatient,...but reminded myself once again that "God Is Good All The Time",..& that T I A 'This Is Africa'.

     While we waited, Kathy & I walked to the Clinic/hospital.  On the way we saw both the old maternity/clinic building & a newer one.  The old Maternity is where my Mom delivered literally thousands of babies back in the '50's.  It always seemed like she was called down there in the middle of the nite,...-never during the daylight hours!    There are many, many stories about Mom's work with babies, injured folks, sick folks, folks attacked by crocodiles, snakebite victims, etc., etc.  Often she had to do the work of a medical doctor,..even though she was an RN.  You see, there was no medical doctor! 

Old Medical Clinic where my Mom worked,..

Front of New Medical Clinic,.....

     SaSimon sat on the front porch for hours.  Finally, thru tears,  he said,  "We are so happy when you come to see us,..but it is so hard to see you leave!"   WOW,..this is the same Pastor who 52+years ago was the one who told us we HAD to leave the Congo in 1960;-so we wouldn't be killed!  

     Late Friday afternoon we heard the "talking" drum beats from Masegesege,..a village perhaps 6 kilometers away.  The message was that someone from that village has been killed in North Kivu Province, in the current rebellion/uprising there.  Sad to hear,..even though North Kivu is 200-300 miles away from our position.  The word had just arrived in the village,....and, the family was in mourning.

     Some African boys picked 15 fresh guavas for us.  I eagerly ate one.  Back in the day we used to make wonderful jelly & jam from the guava fruit.  We probably planted the tree 60 years ago,....there is also lots & lots of bamboo taking over the station,.....

     Tom held forth answering questions from the African pastors on my front porch.  He covered lots of ground in 1-1/2 hrs!:

1.) Economics & foreign investors:  The pastors had asked why no one wants to invest Millions of $$ into the Congo.  Well, foreign investment is at a near stand still because of security/safety issues,...& the fact that anything that would be built up would be ripe for the soldiers to come & burn it down!   And, the West can get gold, silver, cobalt, tin, coltan(for cell phones), & diamonds from the Congo on the black market for CHEAP.
2.) Obama's presidency:  Africans cannot understand why he hasn't done anything to promote Africa on the world stage?  Good question,......
3). Rampant divorce in USA:,...discussed dowry system in Congo,  quick legal divorce in USA, quick marriage in USA,-along with other issues the Africans just don't understand.  They don't divorce here,...
4.) Same Sex Marriage:  These pastors just cannot get their heads/minds around the concept/idea of same sex marriages in the USA!,...PTL they can't!!  They want to know, 'if there's a same sex marriage,..then who is the MAN!???? 

     A 10 year old boy, Debaba,  was shooting birds with a slingshot,..EXACTLY what I used to do!!!  I watched as he killed 4 hummingbirds in short order!  They would bake them to eat,..altho' there really isn't much meat on a hummingbird!!   Back in the day I could shoot like Debaba,...but not anymore,....

Debaba, with slingshot & hummingbird in his hands,..

    Dinner was served,..meager as it was,-since our rations were very low.  The plan was to get up early Saturday morning, before dawn.  Then, at first light, we planned to leave on the first leg of our journey.  The piki piki trip to Shabunda(regional center) could be 3 hrs.,...or 6 hrs.  We'll see.....We were hoping & praying to be able to catch a cargo flight mid afternoon, to get back to Bukavu(border town) Saturday late daytime.  The planes only fly during the daylight hours here,....IF they fly at all!   There are no roads, no lighted airstrips, no runway lights, no control towers, & only mud/grass runways, or just a clearing in the jungle! 

    Return airfare was only $159 each, compared to the $300 each we paid coming Downcountry.  Since the planes fly back mostly empty,...the fare is cheaper.  We are ok with that!!,.....

    PTL, & thankful everything was in shape for our trip Saturday,.......well, at least we THOUGHT it was!!

Rogers/Banuamazi

"Ready To Leave,...but WAIT!!"......

August 31, 2012, Friday @ Station Katanti, Congo:

     The Africans living across the hall from me awoke very early that morning,..like 4 AM!   Why?,..I have no idea,-but sleep was at a premium after they started talking/moving around.  Found out they thought we'd leave Station Katanti on that Friday,..so got up early to help us get a good start on the day,......well,......stay tuned,.....remember, T I A, 'This is Africa'.........

     Tom/Kathy were already up, dividing up supplies & books for the schools at Station Uku, Station Katanti, Station Ikozi, & Station Kasese.  We had breakfast later than usual,..scooters(dry cereal), coffee, powdered milk, & water.  Our rations were really getting low at that point,.....we agreed to 'take a risk' & cut our rations to next to nothing.  We had to get our weights down as far as possible, since the piki-piki wasn't running smoothly.  The lighter, the better,......

     The 'bicycle' guy,-Jacque-came,..so we loaded what was left of the Seminar stuff onto his bike for transport to Shabunda, around 50-60 miles.  During the process we discovered that the other man who was supposed to have talked to Station Katshungu to bring us piki-piki's & gasoline for our trip out of Downcountry,....had, in fact, never talked to them!!!   Wow!   At this point, all we can do is give ourselves & our trip to God,..and pray,....

     Meanwhile, one of the house/bodyguards has been pressing me to take my spit bath this morn,....since he carried my water all the way from down in the village,..I made him happy by washing my hair, & doing a spit bath. 

     Many of the Berean churches' delegates were hanging around, hoping for some handouts from us.  We gave them gently used batteries, shoes, & clothes.  The delegates love to keep saying,:  "Where's Banuamazi???  Then, someone shouts, "KuBisindi,",....(to hunt squirrels),....followed by much laughter, back/leg slapping, & repeating the phrase over & over,..at my expense!  No matter,..I actually enjoyed hearing them teasing me,...

     My best friend, Yoanne, showed up again this morning with fresh papaya & bananas for us.  We had more good times, laughing & carrying on,.....Yoanne is the son of Sansago,..who was another of the old-timers my Dad worked with many years ago.  (We will walk to his village today, to visit with Sansago,98, & his wife, 96)!!!-who are Yoanne's parents.  

Sansago, 98,..in his home

NyaDenga, Sansago's wife, 96.

    Yoanne also said he had been our "defender" since we got to Station Katant??.  When asked what that meant, he said,: Someone had put a story out on the local radio that 3 white missionaries had returned to Station Katanti, reportedly to present a Bible Seminar.  The radio story continued that the missionaries "REAL GOAL",..was to go to the original mission Station & dig up buried treasure the missionaries had hidden when fleeing in 1960!!   Nothing could have been further from the truth!   When we fled in 1960, we had only what was on our backs.   Crazy & crazier!!!,.......

     Later the Station Katanti pastors wanted to have a meeting with Tom/Kathy, so I tried to take a nap.  My brain was too rattled,..so I just laid down to rest & pray.  After that meeting, we walked about 5 miles to see Sansago & his wife NyaDenga in their village.  This couple had 12 kids,..one has died,...& the couple are greatgrandparents now!  Sansago still remembers a little English from years ago......Since that day was clear & hot,..it was a long, arduous walk back up the hill to my house.  Along the way we saw KingNgome, who worked as one of our houseboys many years ago.  He just shouted when he saw me!!,....

     PTL,...2 men came from Katshungu with piki piki's & 5 liters of gas for Tom's piki.  Things are beginning to form up for our leaving!  The two men also went to buy a new valve stem for the rear tire on Tom's piki, & returned to install it.  NOW, we are praying/hoping for a nice early start on Saturday morn for our trip back to Bukavu,..the border town,......& back to the USA.

     SaSimon sat on the front porch of my house with us for hours,...he also cried & cried that we had to leave soon,......
     OOOOHH-HHHH,....I almost forgot:   this Singer, foot-pump sewing machine still sits in the dining room of my house,....and it still works,...50+years later!!   I "claimed" it for my Mom's old machine from back in the day,-all the while acknowledging that Tom would say it was his mom's, & Kathy would say it was her mom's,....anyway,...it is still there, in useable shape!!,..

Rogers/Banuamazi
    

"Oh What A Night!!",..in Congo, Africa,......

     August 30, Thursday, at Station Katanti, Congo:

Black goat,...read story below!!,...

     To paraphrase an old song,.."Oh What A Night!,.."    As I listened to the hours & hours of rain, I felt the ground turning into a big, fat, mudpit!!   As I often say,.."Let the games begin,..."

     This morning was a big surprise,..as 20-25 men came to give me a Special Gift!   With much fanfare, they pulled/pushed a black goat on a rope behind them.  Someone made the following BIG presentation:  "Rogers/Banuamazi, We know that our lives here are very hard.  You now see the struggle we have to live,...Even tho' we don't have much, we got together & want to give you a very small token of our appreciation for your coming to visit with us.  So,..we are presenting you with this black goat!"   I thanked them profusely,-especially since this represents several days' meals for them,-.all the while wondering what on earth I'd do with a live goat!!???? (Sure can't put it in the overhead bin on KLM Airways!!).  My fears were instantly allayed, when the spokesman said, "We are so happy you've come back after 52+ years.  We know your travel was HARD,..on poor airplanes, piki-piki, taxis, & you even walked here!  So, with your permission, we want to slaughter the goat & have a banquet/feast for lunch with all the Seminar delegates!"  With some relief, and trepidation I immediately AGREED;-relief that my 'goat problem' was solved, & trepidation in that the last goat I ate over here did NOT sit well with my stomach!!  However, this was a touching tribute from people who have next to NOTHING. 

Goat Appreciation Feast/Banquet @ my House

       4 of the Pastor/delegates came to talk to me after the meal.  Basically, they were asking me to stay with them for 2-3 months, so they could refresh my Kilega,..-their native language!  Wow!  I had to tell them I had passage booked back to the USA,..& we'd have to see what God(Mungu) had in mind for them.  BTW, we had mountains of GOAT, bugali(manioc mush), rice, sombe(greens), & baked bananas.  I carefully selected one small portion of something I knew was goat MEAT,.--NOT the entrails, which the Africans like the BEST!!  Ugh. 

     SaSimon, formerly my Dad's right hand man, made his own passionate 'appeal',..:
"Now, to all 3 of you, we are so happy that you came through all your troubles to visit us & present a Bible Seminar, & eat a Banquet with us!  Now that you've 'blazed a trail' into the jungle, we want all the other missionary's kids to come see us as well!  In fact, you come again, & bring them with you!"  To me he said, "we are saddened to hear of the loss of your wife, Carol, & your daughter, Nicole; but that Rogers coming out to the jungle proves it CAN be done!"  Basically, this was an appeal to me, Tom, & Kathy to get our kids to sign up to be full-time missionaries in Congo. The Africans now see us as 'trailblazers',...similar to the original missionaries way back in 1938!!  Tom did his best to explain the logistics, changes & issues,..and SaSimon poured on more 'heat', saying:  "your parents started this work here in 1938, and built this work here.  You can see it is still going on, to this day. We beg you not to forget us,..and to bring us new missionaries to live amongst us!"   Tom gave them a kind response,..which they 'sorta' accepted.  In part, this is what Tom had to say:,..we are trying to set up a Mission Office in the States as a liaison to you here in Congo.  That has not yet been accomplished,.....but may be in the works;  In addition, Tom told them that asking young couples in USA or Europe to commit to a lawless land, with no roads, no electricity, little water, scarce food, mud/stick houses, & lack of safety for them & their families,.....will be a HARD SELL to those young couples! 

     After all this 'palaver' & discussion, I gave my response: "Thank you so much for inviting me to come visit with you dear ones.  I've heard what you said,..and right now my head is SPINNING!  One thing I CAN say, however, is that I am praying for you many, many times daily,..and I will NOT forget you!  So, God bless you, each one!"  We all sang "When They Ring Those Golden Bells for You & Me",..Tom led in prayer, & the Katanti Biblical Seminar was officially concluded.

     Afterwards, we sat on the front porch exchanging snake stories into the night!  We would love to go to Shabunda tomorrow, & catch a returning cargo flight to Bukavu,....BUT,....suffice it to say once again,..
T I A,..'this is Africa',..& there are numerous 'issues' to be negotiated before we can leave!  As I said before, my getting to Bukavu to catch my flights home to USA, was getting more & more dicey,...  As they say in Congo, "Tutaona",...means 'we shall see'.....as I like to say,.."stay tuned",.........

    

    

"Wednesday @ Station Katanti,..Great Times!!

August, 29, 2012: Wednesday @ Station Katanti, Congo,..my old home,..Great Times!"

     Up early for devotion & wash up a bit.  Nice morning.  Kasimbula (houseguard) said to me,.."It is so strange you don't remember how to speak our language, Kilega!.....you spoke it better as a child than WE did!"  Nice compliment,..& I wished it would return to my brain, too......

     We met 'Lutilitili's' son, who is middle aged.  He remembered us, & we had a good talk.  His dad, "Lutilitili' is deceased,...but, back in the day, he used to dress up like a witch doctor and scare the livin' daylights out of us missionary kids.  Good memories, with his son,.....

     Last night the Africans were sitting around the outdoor fire, watching a DVD of Tanzanian singers, on a Chinese battery operated player called "KOBY".  One of the non-government organizations had given them out last year.  The people here must keep it charged with the solar panel....

     We have had cool mornings,..and hot, sticky afternoons.  Today I'm going to leave the Seminar @ the first 'break', and walk the Station Katanti,..just letting the memories flood over me...

The book translated in 1953, my Dad helped to translate.. 

My parents driving into Interior of Congo, first time, 1950..

     First, I went down several jungle trails where I used to hunt/trap squirrels.  The gasoline electric generator & water pump pipes are long gone.  I found another car rusting in the jungle,..then sat with Elena(SaSimon's daughter) under some bamboo.  She showed me a book "Major Doctrines of the Bible",..that she's kept all these years,....it was translated in 1953 by my dad, Ernest L. Green, C. Neal VanderPloeg, & Sansago Jerome.  It was a wonderful moment to see & look thru the book.  Also, she showed me old, old pictures of the earliest & later missionaries.  She has kept these safely hidden from the wars/soldiers all these 50+ years!    She also had an album of pictures of my parent's first trip into Congo, in 1950!  I was able to get good pictures of her pictures,.....

    Trekking behind my house, I found 3 large healthy guava trees, which we had planted back in the day.  Back then, we kids would carve our initials in the bark, inside a carved heart,-with the initials of our current girlfriend at that time!  I wanted to do something extra special, so I carved a heart with RG+CG in it,..as a tribute to me & Carol Green, my wife of 45 years, who is now in Heaven.  Just a special moment for me & her memory,... the carving will be there for a long, long time,..-just as the older carvings are still there after all these years! 

Guava trees where I carved a heart with my initials & Carol's in the bark....

     I investigated the carpenter shop,  school house, baseball field, & even found the tennis court we kids had created out of a hillside 50+ years ago!   That is where I learned to play tennis in the '50's!, on a clay, homemade court!  The court itself has been taken over by the jungle now,....

Carpenter shop, and baseball field..

    A huge rainstorm, with thunder, wind, & lightning came thru during the night.  We sat on the front porch & watched it for a long time,...We've made decisions to end the Seminar on Thursday, & hope to get going out of the Interior by Friday or Sat.  Friday is the day that most planes would have been going back to Bukavu,....so if we didn't make Friday it could begin to get a bit dicey with my scheduled flights back to USA... .......

     One pastor walked some 30 miles to the Seminar on crutches.  He asked if I had an English newspaper he could practice his English on!  I didn't, but I gave him a Reader's Digest. 

     We must be sure to lock our individual rooms @ my house,..as well as the doors to the house,..as things will 'disappear' if we don't.  Each of us has our own key,....we've also discovered rats in the house, & evidence of snakes.  Tom perfected a great way to get rid of rats crawling on one's bed, while one is in it!!,......He carefully slides his foot underneath the sheet, right under the rat,....then,  he gives it a mighty kick thru the sheet,-watching the rat fly against the wall!!!  Works for me,....

     I discovered that some missionaries actually lived at Station Katanti,-off & on,-until the early 90's.  However, they were in & out with evacuations,..& fleeing the uprisings/soldiers. When those come the soldiers kill any men who have not fled,...take the boys & make them soldiers,...take the young girls for sex slaves,....then, rape the women,-----followed by burning the village entirely.  Soldiers even have pulled out any/all wiring,..-they think the missionaries must be using wiring in the walls to get on the Internet and plot against them!   Crazy,.....

     During the storm we caught fresh rain water from the roof, for spit baths & cooking.  Bedtime,....so we wished each other well, with all the critters, snakes, & mosquitoes,........

Rogers/Banuamazi

"Proving My visa & Papers are Fine!,...Congo, 2012"

August 28, 2012: Tuesday on Station Katanti:

     Up early this morn.  Woke up in the morning, dreaming/feeling someone or something was in my room.  Turned out to be nothing,.....just bad dreams.....

     Breakfast of dry cereal we brought with us, powdered milk, freshly boiled water, scrambled eggs, & papaya.  The 'scrambled' eggs in Africa are VERY, VERY greasy,..and may contain things other than scrambled eggs!!  As my son in law Bob Veach likes to say,.."God, I'm putting it down,..now You please keep it down!" 

     Tom & I took his piki piki to Mapimu to see the Minister of Something re: our papers and particularly my visa, which the official had claimed wasn't 'authentic'.  The path was about 5 miles,..thru the jungle.  3/4ths of the way there, Tom's piki ran out of gas.  It wouldn't run at all on the 'reserve' tank,..due to dirty gas in there.  (Because we had to put a replacement carburetor on the piki,..and, because it wasn't exactly the correct one,....the piki was using more gas than usual).  Anyway, we left the piki on the path in the forest,..& walked the remaining way to see the Official.   The Minister of Something was busy,...so we were kept waiting for awhile, before we could see him.  (This too, is part of the 'hazing', & not unusual!).  Finally, we got in to see him.  Turned out to be a very pleasant man,..who exchanged pleasantries with us,  asking our reasons for visiting Station Katanti,-in his territory.  We didn't bring up the paperwork 'issues', & neither did he, PTL.  After a few minutes, he said we were ok, & we could go!  (Later we found out he already had local issues that morning,-that a big crowd had demonstrated against his handling of forest/garden rights).

     Tom & I put out the word that we needed to buy some gasoline in the plastic drink containers.  One of our friends went off to find some for us.  In the meantime, we looked at the items in a ramshackle path-side 'store'.  Actually, we needed a small pair of scissors,..but, they had everything BUT scissors.   One can buy a solar panel, colorful fabric,..etc...but NO scissors!!  Go figure!!    Did I mention the wide contrasts in Africa?????....OH,..& BTW,...local men were using a rudimentary scale to weigh tablespoons of gold dust, right out in public.  AMAZING!!

                                   Kathy teaching on the Full Armor of God,..each afternoon.....

Pastor/delegates at a Seminar Class

     We walked a mile back to where we had left the piki,..& waited for the man to come with the bottle of gas.  He arrived after a wait on our part,..so we put the gasoline into Tom's piki.  PTL,...it ran fine,..& took us back to Station Katanti.  Our "bodyguards",..i e houseboys,..were doing our laundry by hand behind the house.   They hung most of it in the attic over Jansen Hall. 

Mapendo teaching Seminar Class.....

     Then, it was time to start the Bible Leadership Seminar.  Tom, Kathy, Mapendo(the legal rep), & SaSimon all taught.  I went to the Seminar with them for the entire first day's meetings.  Tom taught on ""5 Major Doctrines of the Bible";  Kathy on the "Full Armor of God";  Mapendo on the book of "Corinthians",...& SaSimon did a daily wrapup. 

     About 35 men came to the Seminar,..and maybe 20 women.  It was the season to be burning the forest patches for gardens.  That meant the women could only come in the mid-afternoons, due to their garden work loads. 

Me, speaking thru Tom as an Interpreter,...end of first day,..

     At the end of Seminar Day One, I was asked to speak to the crowd.  I told them about my family, my extended family, & my God.  They seemed to really appreciate my words.  As for me, I was pretty emotional,.....

Roger & Kibekiangabo

     Kibekiangabo, (our longtime cook back in the day),...was ill & in his 90's now.  So, Kathy & I went with his daughter to see him.  What excitement & joy when he saw me/us!!  Altho pretty feeble, we had a great chat.  Also, we saw the graves of 5 or 6 of the Pastors who had worked with my Dad in the '50's & 60's. 

     After the Seminar that day, we sat and talked on my front porch,....it was hot, sticky, & humid!!  My 2 best friends from childhood came to see me:  their names are Yoanne, & Josef.  SO good to see them again.  Laughed, talked, cried, yelled, & basically had a grand old time, as guys everywhere love to do!....  Years ago we would go to the forest EVERY morning together at 5AM,..to hunt & trap squirrels.

     Last item for Tuesday,..the local pastor came & ask Tom to cut the Seminar from 5 days to 3 days.  The reasons:  1)they were running out of food to feed the delegates;  2) & they also need to be working in their gardens.  Tom promised a decision the next day,....

    Went to bed under a beautiful 3/4moon,..shining where the window was 'supposed to be!'  Don't hear wildlife in the forest like we did back in the day,.......

     Couldn't wait to see what the next day would bring,.....

Rogers/Banuamazi