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We landed in Bangui at the beginning of the day, before the heat became unbearable – 7am.  There are no fancy gates sliding out to meet the airliner, just simple steps rolled out and down we go down to the tarmac in front of the dingy airport which has lost all of its glass to the war. 

We aren’t alone.  Other mission travelers joined us in Paris.  Z’s returning to see what is left of their belongings; returning to see if the proposal of working for a private well drilling company is feasible.  Can they do it psychologically?  They left their house by the back as the rebels came in the front and that whole experience still stings.  Are they ready to try this again?  Can they subject their children to this again?

G. L’s are, like us, transiting to the Congo, only in Bangui long enough to visit a few friends and stock up on staples for the stay at Karawa.  We (my girls and I) are only in Bangui overnight.  In the morning we will take a small SIL plane to Gemena in the Congo. 

We see our contacts waiting in the reception area, just past immigration.  In Africa, if traveling by air, it is essential to have contacts someone who knows the routine, someone respected and recognized by the local authorities.  You do not want to arrive alone, easy prey for the immigration officers, the customs inspectors and the hordes of porters all waiting to exploit the unwary traveler.  They wait for you and your luggage like crows after road kill. 

All of a sudden, a woman turns back to the gates barring her return to the plane where luggage is being off loaded.  She is screaming; the soldiers are holding her back.  Hysterical, sobbing and screaming she is creating a scene worthy of an African woman of high standing whose bags are being pilfered.  She claims the bag and continues to sob for the things she has lost. 

We are still waiting for our paperwork to be completed.  Waiting, part of a moving mob of people, jostling to stay close behind our friends.  Knowing that pushing will not make the line go faster, but also knowing that we do not want to be the last in line the last chance to become their victims till the next plane arrives.  First our health cards are checked for vaccinations. (One does not want to travel without the required stamps in this card risk of being vaccinated right there in the airport, dirty needles and all.)  Then our visas are examined slowly what is the rush?  Passports are stamped.  We are in oh no another line the passports must be checked to make sure they were really stamped! 

Finally we too are in the baggage claim area – about a hundred people and luggage in a space only marginally larger than my living room at home.  We and our traveling companions claim a spot by the wall and begin collecting our bags which amazingly come in on a turning carousel.  As I sit on one waiting for the others, I realize that here I am in Africa again.  In the midst of all this confusion God comes.  I realize that the bags will come and that even if they don’t, we will be just fine.  He will arrange for us to have just what we need.   There is none of the panic and anxiety that I remember from years gone by.  This is God’s trip and I sense his control in the chaos.  Our bags arrive all seven trunks. 

Romans 8:31 What can we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us?”

It is good to be home again.  The trip to the Congo was wonderful.  Incredibly wonderful and amazing.  But home is a good place to come back to.  And the hot shower with unlimited water well experiencing no showers for a couple days in the tropics sure changes one’s appreciation for these little luxuries.

How do I begin to describe the trip I have just returned from?  If you have never had an experience in which God has been very present, you may think that my trip just consisted of a lot of fortunate coincidences.  But to me this trip just had God’s handprints all over it.  From the very beginning, God was in the planning and the working out of travel, visa’s and funds.  The time was right God seemed to be telling me this was the right thing to do at this time and the church at home here seemed to be ready to get re-involved in this part of the world again.  So when I tell you that all the trip went well I am not kidding.  And this is not the norm while traveling in this part of the world.  I had a sense that I could just relax that someone a whole lot bigger than me was in control. 

We landed in Bangui in the Central African Republic, arriving on the once a week Air France flight from Paris.  All seven pieces of our luggage arrived too not a thing went missing from any of our bags.  And as the luggage was inspected nothing was pilfered from it.  The dental supplies were held in customs overnight and the next day were not even opened.  We just loaded them up into the SIL Cessna that came to take us to the Congo the next day.  And, again, when we arrived in Gemena they were not opened in customs and we were not hit with a big amount to pay to satisfy the long unpaid inspectors looking for easy prey. 

We were treated royally by Dr. Jacques Kongawi in his home where we spent our first week  He provided us with hot showers, comfortable beds, e-mail access,satellite TV and the best in African food.  His hospitality was just the beginning of a great visit to the Congo.  During the time we spent with him we visited old friends over at the Catholic mission, Peres Marcel, Cyril, Joe and others, including Jim Fultz and Margaret who are translators with Wycliff.  Went out to Jacques farm at Bodenge as well and spent a relaxing day during which we saw not only the farm but, along the road, some of the homes he had built for leprosy patients, and even a newly diagnosed case of the disease (I went out later that week to help as he examined and started treatment for this patient). 

The next two weeks were spent at Karawa.  This is the mission station where we lived for about 13 out of our 16 years as missionaries.  There have been some huge changes, some lesser ones and some things  have not changed a bit.  The first week I was teaching and this took up all my time so that I didn’t even get to walk around the mission till the second week we had been there.  When I wasn’t teaching, I was busy talking to the guys I had trained in the past or receiving visitors.  Some of the biggest changes were physical – the palm tress on the two lanes bordering “Time Square” are all new and therefore not the towering stately palms that I remembered.  The homes are now occupied mostly by Congolese staff.  They had been looted but were still intact.   There is only one missionary family and one single woman where we were about 40 expatriates plus all the missionary children at the school before.  There are few vehicles – some are just carcasses left after the war and growing weeds.  And the people – they are so poor; so incredibly poor.  They have trouble paying the few dollars that are asked for medical care so that the hospital is four months behind in paying the staff.  Still they continue to give what care they can.  And healing services are held twice a day in the hospital chapel. 

Between teaching and work, I listened to stories.  The war was a hard experience.  They do not want to go through another.  They have already lost everything they once owned.  Many lost family members.  Theft and rape were the norm.  AIDS is rampant.  Frank malnutrition could be seen in the children.  And it was planting time.  Many were so poor and the price of peanuts so high that they didn’t know if the gardens could be planted with this nutritious crop – many would only be able to grow the nutrition poor manioc and maybe some corn. 

I did some work.  Looked at broken down equipment to see what repairs could be made.  Saw some interesting cases.  But mostly I think I was sent to bring encouragement. 

The last week of our trip was spent in Kinshasa.  We flew down on HEWA BORA Airlines – a Congolese run company.  The cost was reasonable and we were even served an in flight snack that outdid the current Air Canada snacks – a sandwich (pretty dry), a bottled cold drink and an apple(apples are an exotic fruit there).

We were met at the airport by my friend Dr. Kasuku.  A person’s success can sometimes be measured there by their influence at the airport – who they know to make things go smoothly.  So, I would say he is well known.  We got through the crowds of preying officials and porters unscathed and into his Toyota Prada.  He was the final of our most generous hosts – we stayed with his family and he made himself available to take us wherever we needed to go. 

In Kinshasa, the girls met their birth families.  Sara for the first time met her birth mother and father whom we had been told originally were unknown.  Grace had many memories – but everything looked so much smaller than she remembered.  She met aunts and uncles and a half brother, but her birth mother died about a year ago and her father is truly unknown.  She now has a picture of her mother to treasure and a bit of an emotional load to deal with knowing that she has a younger brother.

There will be pictures posted – I just need time to get them downloaded and posted in the gallery.  Look for them in the next few days. 

And there will be more stories to tell. 

Today we should be leaving the Congo.  We fly Kinshasa – Paris – Toronto – Saskatoon.  Then back on the road up to Prince Albert.  Then jet lag sets in again. 

Not looking forward to the airport in Kinshasa.  As I remember it, it is dirty, hot and a good place to get robbed.  No nice food courts.  In fact if the flight is going to be a good one it would be safer not to eat there at all.  There would only be food from sidewalk vendors I would think.  I do not have good memories of Kinshasa airport.  I don’t suppose civil war has improved the airport any. 

It will be good to get back home.  I am sure we will be missing all of our friends.  I know I will be glad to get back to Leo again!  Next blogging should be done from our home computer.

Today we should be flying down to Kinshasa, the capital of the country.  A huge sprawling city of umpteen millions. Most of those people are unemployed, live in poverty or scrounge for a living.  And there are also people at the other end of the economic spectrum – the very wealthy. 

The one thing that is striking about cities like Kinshasa to NorthAmericans are the walls.  All yards, except of the poor are walled.  High walls with shards of glass or spiles on the tops.  And every walled yard has it’s guard at the gate.

My girls should be able to spend a few days getting reaquainted with some of their birthfamily.  These may be emotional days.  Pray for Sara and Grace.

I will also be renewing acquaintences with a dental friend – Dr. Kasuku and his wife who is a final year dental student.  Dr. Kasuku came up to Karawa to spend time with me before he opened the clinic down in Kinshasa for the church.  He was teachable.  He didn’t know much about the actual practice of dentistry – like how to do a filling – but he was willing to learn, even from the guys I had trained who were not “real dentists”.  That kind of humility was, to say the least, uncommon among the educated elite.

This just came in today from Linea:

The past two weeks here at Karawa have gone too quickly.  I have been so
busy that I haven’t even had time to think about how much I miss being able
to blog.  Actually, it is like living on another planet.  Work here starts
at 7 and they work through with no break till 2 and then are done.  It gets
a bit long for me with nothing to eat or drink but they are used to only
eating one main meal a day so it works out well for them.  I learned to
take along a bottle of water.

After 2 I eat, then a short siesta.  Then it is almost like I am sort of
visiting personality – I receive visitors till about 7.  They just keep
coming.  Some is talk about problems I need to help them with at the
hospital.  So I listen and although I have no real say I give them my
advice – for what it is worth.  Yesterday afternoon we were talking through
the problem that one of the students I trained deserted his place of
work.  He also took off with a lot of the instruments and then was invited
by the medical co-ordinator to attend the course I gave.  Needless to say
it caused a few questions of the hospital administration and of Songo who
is the longest serving dental therapist.  So we were dealing with that.

They have a local FM station on the mission so last night after I finished
receiving visitors, I had to spend half an hour talking on the radio.  Most
of what we talked about was dental health issues.  That was a first for
me.  Fortunately, I remember most of my Lingala so that is the language we
used.  More people speak that than French.  The radio is a useful tool for
getting information out.  It is something we didn’t have when we were here.

Tomorrow we will be on the road again – back to Gemena.  Then down to
Kinshasa on Tuesday.  I think the time there will pass quickly.  There are
people I am supposed to see to see if we can get dental health issues
covered in the health project funds.  And the personal things we need to do
will take time too.

I do look forward to a nice long hot shower again.  Half of our time here
we have had no water.  Part of the time we have had no electricity.  By the
end of the hot and humid day if there is no water for showers – we have a
serious problem.  I have taken a complete shower in less than a gallon of
water!  Not only that but if one leans over a bucket while showering there
is some water collected with which one can flush the toilet.

Hopefully I can get access to the internet in Kinshasa.  Otherwise I have
not has access to my e-mail other than through the Gustafson’s or Jacques.

I miss all of you.  I will have lots to tell you when I get back.  My
journal is fairly full.

Greet everyone at church.  Tell them all thanks for their prayers.

Linea

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