|Darby and Ryan play volleyball with some street kids|
by Darby Janss
So sorry there was no blog post about our EXTREMELY busy day yesterday. We got home around 10:30 PM and were all completely exhausted. Because of that, we decided to wait one more day until someone was actually awake to write on the blog.
It was 7 AM and we all woke up to a surprise. Doug woke us up this morning! I know it doesn't seem that exciting, but when Jen is the one who comes to wake us up every morning, it's pleasant surprises like this that make the day start on a good note. We all went to breakfast to eat what we usually do: eggs, bread, and coffee/tea. After breakfast, Jen and Serge came over to talk to us about the street "kids" (Ages 14-22) we were going to be with that day. They told us that the majority of them were homeless because of poverty or they were orphans.
Our team piled into the van, heading towards the church. When we arrived, there were boys playing volleyball and soccer. We asked why their weren't any girls there. Jen said that it was easier for girls to find a job inside a house than boys. When we got out of the car, all of the kids stared at us, shocked to see 12 Mzungu get out near the church. Seeing a Mzungu, white person, is rare here in Rwanda. All of us immediately jumped into the volleyball game. It was great to see God give us the courage to engage with them. It was the youth from Faith vs. the street kids. Ryan and I thought that we would interact more if we joined the other team, so we did just that. The game was very official for a volleyball game played on dirt. Someone traced end lines and two ten foot lines, and another person stood on a trash can to be a referee and keep score. Eventually the teams ended up being Jill, Bryce, Lindsey and three other Rwandans. My team consisted of five street kids and me, the only girl and only Mzungu. At first I was worried that I would make a complete fool of myself, but when I made a mistake, my team said it was okay and that we could still win. Even though they spoke little English and I could kind of speak French, we were still a team. There were some other boys that wanted to play, so we ended up playing a 'tournament.' Whoever got to ten first would win and played the next team that came on the court.
After a few games of volleyball, Serge called us all into the church, including the street kids. Everyone went around saying their name and Jen introduced our group. Some of the kids had questions about American culture that we were willing to answer. Some of the questions were about tattoos, music, and Osama Bin Laden. There were plenty of questions asked, and once we were done, we ate lunch.
|Doug and a group of kids laugh at the camera|
|Street kids general see one new pair of underwear a year|
Every little surprise on this trip has made the experience 1000x better.
Your Mzungu friend,