On Sunday Jackson and I went to town. He wanted to show me what church was like in Rwanda and I needed to pick up a few things at the store. We took a mini bus and on the way he tried to teach me how to say Nyenyeri, which is the part of town I stay in. After trying several times to get it out right, “…yenredy …yinyidy …nyenye ..yee …yeeedy,” I looked up and found a teenage boy speaking at the front of the bus. He was thicker than most boys here and had chubby cheaks.
After a moment I realized he was praying. There I was bumbling on while this kid was trying to bless everyone on their way to church. I felt bad and folded my arms and put my head down.
....everyone soon went crazy with laughter.
After catching his air Jackson explained that he was being a "funny-boy.” The prayer wasn’t to bless us on our way to church. He was begging; he was up there praying to the bus in Kinyarwanda that I would find it in my heart to give him money for a pancake.
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hi sheldon your adventure sounds great !!! i think that i have seen you before are you related to james wardwell ?? he is one of my close friends.
Ya! Yes, the lil' guys my very best bud and cousin, and wing man. Dudes got it goin on!!
Hey Sheldon! That is a really funny story (wish I was sharing all these experiences with you). Keep writing, I'm always excited to hear all thats going on in Africa, even the things that seem small to you are exciting to me. Love you little bro!
Alisa
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