Thursday, August 29, 2013

Day 40 Update



We are amazed at the fact that we live in Africa.  Sometimes we wonder if this is a dream and we will wake up soon.  It seems like we have been here for so long that we have become accustomed to life in Cameroon but we also realize we have much to learn.  We have somewhat of a daily routine although this will change once school and work begin.  Maura finds herself in the kitchen a lot.  She loves to cook but cooking here takes a long time so it feels as if she never leaves the kitchen.  When she does escape from behind the stove she ventures to the market to pick up supplies.  Going to the market is a big adventure that has to happen a few times a week.  Maura has found her favorite and friendliest vendors.  Eventually, Maura will be working part time at the clinic as the pharmacist.  She will oversee the supply of medications for 24 different clinics run by the archdiocese.   In the meantime she is brushing up on her pharmacist skills.  Maura tends to attract many of the Cameroonians with her infectious laugh and warm invitations to visit us. Between the visitors and Maura’s delicious creations in the kitchen our home is always full of good cheer.

The kids are really enjoying their new lives in Bamenda.  They seem so settled and transitioned to life in Africa. We live in an apartment building with three other units so there is always something for the kids to observe. Honora still enjoys her time playing with her little figures or as she calls them “her guys.”  When she ventures outside it is difficult to get her back in.  She loves going on adventures and exploring all that there is here.  When asked what she thinks of this place she says “it’s cool!”    Honora has made friends with the neighbor’s nephew who is here for the summer.  The two of them love playing all kinds of imagination games.  Unfortunately he is leaving in a few days so Honora is starting to feel his loss already.  Fortunately, the Newburns, the other Lay Mission-Helper family, arrive on the same day from their trip to the States.

Clare, as you can imagine, talks with anyone that will listen to her.  This does terrify her parents as we are unsure what information she might be sharing with the people of Cameroon.  Clare refers to herself as the “African Peanut.”  Her adventures have included attempting to nurse a wounded mouse back to health, collecting huge snails and chasing goats.  She loves going to the market with Maura as all the vendors give her treats.  We are uncertain what the girls will do for school.  We know we will homeschool in some capacity but we are uncertain if this will happen in addition to the girls going to the local Catholic school for a few hours in the mornings.  The school is located on the compound in which we live and work.  We will keep you posted on our final decision for school.

Patrick is always on the move and everyone loves him.  At first he was quite scared of anyone that looked at him.  He has warmed up to many people, especially his special friends that bring him food.  When he is not running around he eats.  His antics usually involve one of his sisters encouraging him to get into some type of trouble.  Patrick loves running around outside and manages to get filthy within minutes of leaving the house.  Whenever we walk down the street and a motorcycle or car drives by he jumps into one of our arms in fear that it might hit him.  This is a reasonable fear but he tends to exaggerate the hazard of vehicles.  He is learning not to shake hands with his left hand as it culturally is considered rude.

Going to Mass on Sundays as a family has taken some adjustment.  The shortest Mass we have been to was just under two hours and the longest was three hours.  It seems our kids are the only ones wiggling around most of the time.  The use of bribes for good behavior works for the first hour.  Friday nights are our family night in which we have pizza and movie night.  Most other nights we are together with just our family but without a movie.  Thus far our neighbors have been our biggest blessing.  They have been our cultural guides answering all the ridiculous questions we have and entertainers for the kids.  We are grateful to be surrounded by such loving and gentle people to show us the way here.  They are also wonderful cooks!  The kids quickly figured out which neighbors have televisions so we know where to find them when they are missing.

With Maura and the kids so busy you may be asking, what does Ryan do all day?  We ask ourselves the same question.  Ryan will be working at the Catholic University of Bamenda, CATUC, as Campus Minister.   As it turns out school went on break the second week after our arrival until October so he has time to “get settled.”  Ryan’s main responsibility is to keep watch of the kiddos.  He keeps his sanity by visiting the adoration chapel next to the house, exercising and visiting with the neighbors.  After being on the move for so many months Ryan is enjoying the simple life of walking and being close to home. 

We are very pleased with everything in our new lives.  The relationships we have begun to form have been the most enriching for us.  People continually extend a gracious hand to welcome us to their country.  The challenges we have faced thus far have been minimal.  Due to the dampness we have a continual case of mold growing in our wardrobes and ceiling.   We finally feel we have it under control.  Although we are able to get most any food we desire we have found the food we enjoy is quite a bit more expensive than what the local people eat so we are making adjustments.  Beans and rice makes a filling nutritious meal.  Our source of internet is from one of our gracious neighbors, so communicating with home has been more difficult than anticipated.  Once we have a constant source of internet we promise to be in better touch with loved ones but in the meantime please continue to send us updates.  By far the most difficult part of living here is being so far from home.  For now we take comfort in knowing that everyone we left is still in our hearts and with us in spirit.  Until next time...

Monday, August 12, 2013

The Land of Milk and Honey



Before coming to Cameroon we had endless questions.  Many of them very practical but some came from our ignorance of the land to which we were traveling to.  We heard from people that had lived here before that it would be difficult or impossible to find milk or cheese.  If you know Maura or me, we love our dairy indulgences.  Dairy is so important to us that we had it delivered to our home weekly and bought large amounts of cheese from our Co-op, so much that it was embarrassing at times to pick up our cheese order.  We were prepared for this challenge of mission work in Cameroon.  Maura and I worked hard on our Cameroon insurance plan.  My plan involved gaining 12 lbs of insurance weight that I was prepared to lose rapidly upon landing here.  I will let Maura tell you about her insurance plan.  From experience I have learned it is best to let women talk about that issue on their own.  We also packed 1 1/2 lbs of Kraft parmesan cheese so we wouldn’t have to quit cold turkey.

We landed in Cameroon and had our first meal which was delicious; steak, fish, potatoes and ice cream for dessert!  My worries of not having dairy began to slowly fade.  The next day we arrived at our new home to find it supplied with food for us.  Later we found out it really was food for us, Americans; cheese, Ovaltine, powdered milk, jelly and local honey.  These are not foods the local people eat but are available at higher prices.  Let me explain the “cheese” that was supplied for us.  We were grateful for it but it was Laughing Cow brand.  The kind of “cheese” that does not need to be refrigerated.  This type of “cheese” concerns me especially because the ingredients are written in French.  So on our first day in our new home we knew we could get local honey and some sort of cheese type thing.  We figured we could make it 3 years on these discoveries.

A couple of weeks went by and our cravings for real cheese and dairy increased.  We were having dairy withdrawal symptoms.  The Laughing Cow cheese began to taste really good and everywhere we went we searched for the precious commodity.  We did find a 10 lb block of a mozzarella looking cheese thing for $50 but we were not desperate enough to spend our food budget for the week on one block of cheese.  Now we are kicking ourselves for not making the sacrifice.

A group of missionaries in Bamenda meet twice a month for fellowship and invited us to attend.  It seemed like a good opportunity to meet some people and start to develop a support community.  The evening included singing, sharing, prayer and a potluck of desserts.  As the night carried on it quickly became an hour past our kids bedtime and we hadn’t even touched the delicious treats.  Our hosts decided it was time for us to dig into the food and allowed our children to go first.  Imagine a table full of eight different cookies, an angel food cake and one very small plate of cheese and crackers.  Our three kids were so patient waiting for the treats we allowed them to pick whatever they wanted.  All three of them attacked the cheese plate.  We could not get them to stop eating the cheese in the hopes to save some for the rest of the guests.  We bribed them with cookies but they refused until we said they had to take their seats with a small plate of food.  Each one of them returned to the cheese plate until it was all gone and then they were ready to go home to bed.

The next day Maura went to the market to do some shopping and search for a store that possibly sold whipping cream.  As she was out I was talking with a neighbor and she mentioned that the monastery had a shop in town that sold yogurt.  YOGURT!!!  I about jumped through my skin and then said I had to run in to call Maura to find the monastery shop.  Our neighbor said wait to call and she would run down to the shop to get us some yogurt so we could surprise Maura.  I told her to buy as much as she could with my sarcastic tone (my sarcasm does not always translate well).  She returned with 10, one-liter bottles of the freshest, best tasting, organic, local yogurt I have ever had.  It was a dairy dream come true.  We found white gold which I’m not exaggerating by this term either.  We thought the yogurt would be about $1 per liter but it turns out to be $2 so I spent $20 on yogurt.  Remember our weekly budget for food is $50 so this week we are having yogurt for all three meals.  Maura was very pleased with the surprise and was successful in finding the whipping cream as well.

When the question is asked of how is the food in Cameroon, we are happy to report it is better than the food we ate in the States.  The transition to the food really sums up our entire experience thus far of Cameroon.  We were concerned and had many questions about everything upon coming here but the reality has far exceeded our expectations.  The country is beautiful, the people are kind, our home is just perfect (the hot water and oven were big bonuses), our neighbors are welcoming and the food is wonderful.  Maybe we are in the honeymoon phase of mission work but for now we will enjoy this land of milk (yogurt) and honey!

-Ryan

Thursday, August 1, 2013

So I Prayed



Preparing to leave for mission work in Cameroon for three years was one of the most challenging and stressful times in my life.  The many transitions and good-byes that we have gone through in the last 6 months were far more than we have experienced in the 6 years we have been a family.   During this time, Maura and I relied on each other.  When times got really tough we were then reminded that “God got us to this and God will get us through this” (thanks to the wise person who shared this with me).   So I prayed.  I prayed for God to protect us and keep us safe.  I prayed for God to watch over our family and loved ones we left behind. 

I have found God has an amazing way of answering prayers.  Those months leading up to our departure we felt fragile, able to be broken at any moment.  During those times, God would appear in those around us.  We could see God in the kind words of encouragement, support or a helping hand to guide us on to the next step on this journey.  During those God moments I was reminded I am exactly where I am supposed to be or God would not have put me here.  So I prayed. I prayed that God would ensure this was the path we were supposed to be on.

No matter what we got through it seemed there was the next obstacle in the way that caused us great concern.  I continued to ask God why so many challenges for such a wonderful thing like mission work.  God assured me to be patient and persistent in our pursuit to serve overseas and the next door would open for us.  So I prayed.  I said, thank you for allowing us to take the next step, but please remain at our sides as we continue.

We are in our new home and it is now obvious that the burden of getting here was not ours, but something much greater.  Yes, we took the next steps on the journey but the heavy lifting of the obstacles that stood in our way were beyond our abilities.   God worked in so many ways through the people that got us here.  It is truly remarkable to see how clearly God was present to us.  So I prayed.  Thank you for Your presence in all the people that have made this a reality. 

I was visiting with our 19 year old neighbor last week and he asked why?  Why would I leave my “comfortable country” to come live in Cameroon?  I understood the question and had reflected on it many times before, but he caught me by surprise.  I shared several reasons I was here, and he seemed satisfied.  As I told Maura about this interaction, she asked if I mentioned God at all.  Nope, totally forgot the whole reason I was here.  In my mind I am unsure why I am here, but in my heart it is obvious why I am here.  God has brought me here, and I will not know the exact reason for some time, maybe never, but for now I know I am supposed to be here.  The only thing I can do is pray.  I continue to pray for God to protect us and keep us safe, to watch over our family and loved ones we left, to remain at our sides and in thanksgiving.  I also ask for the companions that we meet in Cameroon to know why we are here even if we are unsure.  In the meantime I will remain patient and persistent in my prayers.

-Ryan