Saturday, March 31, 2012

Enrolment Day

 

There are always two events – the one I plan and picture in my mind, and the reality.   The first one went like this.   The District Commissioner would come at about 4.15 by which time I expected the girls to have arrived, looking neat and smart in their denims and shirts and accompanied by their friends and family.  We would do the enrolment, play the chocolate game, including all the brothers and sisters and finish with delicious eats.

Well the delicious eats materialised. They were provided by the orphanage and organised by Bertha.  Plenty of sandwiches, boxes of juice for twice as many people as we had as well as two big packets of assorted biscuits.  

Things started going wrong when I got a phone call from my commissioner just before I left.  Her dog needed to be rushed to Onderstepoort and she wouldn’t be able to come and enrol the girls.   I would just have to do it myself.   Then I got a call from Bertha.   There appeared to be a crisis involving the transport and everybody would be late.

On the positive side, Nelly came to help me.   She had been a grade 10 student at Roseact at the time when I was teaching science on Saturday mornings.   She is so enthusiastic and I am sure she will be a great help.  

When the girls arrived, further disappointments.   No sign of Amanda.   Minenthle didn’t know where she was – perhaps gone to a funeral with her aunt.   The girls from the orphanage arrived without their uniform.   Laizah was wearing ski pants and a short frilly dress and Maria did at least have jeans but a pink top.   One of the carers from the orphanage went to get white school shirts for the girls and Maria was almost acceptable.   So I only enrolled two.   The rest will have to wait until next term.

The chocolate game was a great hit as it almost always is.   The party went well and we ended up by playing “I wrote a letter to my love” for the last 10 minutes before closing horseshoe.

Not quite the success I had planned but I think Jeanette for one enjoyed it.   I also have ideas about how the cookout will go on Tuesday.   No doubt the actuality will be vastly different.   I must try not to have expectations.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

A change of Mindset


When you go as a missionary to a foreign country, you have to adapt to the new culture and work accordingly.   Likewise, I am going to have to adapt to a new culture.   Instead of carefully planning the programme to get the most out of every 15 minutes, I must realise that although Guides starts at 3.30pm, I will never be able to start before about 4.10.  
I had planned to make mosaic crosses with the Guides in preparation for Easter.   I realised that I had been setting my standards too high.   Instead I would spend most of the meeting testing each Guide and making sure she was ready for the Enrolment. 
Sure enough there were no girls at 3.45.   I had put up the flagpole myself.   Jeanette and Samkelisiwe arrived first with John and who I thought was Mitah, the driver’s children.  (The driver, Saul, is Jeanette’s brother).   There was no sign of Stella, who was supposed to come in the combi with Jeanette and Sam.  I thought that John, who is about 5, would be much happier across the road at the orphanage where there is a play area with swings.   Well, I thought wrong.   After arranging with the carers at the orphanage to leave him there, I sent Jeanette and Sam back while I waited for Laizah to finish her lunch and show me her room.   Well, John ran into the road and stopped when he saw me running after him and screamed.   I picked him up bodily to get him off the road and he screamed even more as I carried him to the pavement.   I didn’t know what to do.   One of the carers calmed him down and ascertained that he wanted to stay with Jeanette.   So I had to give in.
So, already feeling stupid, I got Jeanette and Sam to get out the patrol boxes and clean up for inspection.   Laizah came soon after and we went outside for the opening.   I did inspection with the three girls and I broke the flag with Jeanette and Sam as escorts.
I was impressed with the way the girls are trying to look neat and tidy.   They are using the shoe polishing kits and nail brushes that are in each patrol box.   I talked a bit about Easter, asking the girls if they knew anything about it.   They just looked at me blankly.   I went into a brief summary of the gospel and the fact that Jesus died for us so we can have a relationship with God and have eternal life.   I explained that the egg is a symbol of new life so we were going to make tiny Easter eggs.
We went inside to start melting chocolate and Maria arrived.   She at least knew about Easter and could even quote John 3:16.   I asked Mitah how old she was to decide if she would join us in the programme.   Jeanette said “That’s Amanda”   I couldn’t believe it.   I know that I am bad with faces but I didn’t even recognise my own Guide, that I had gone to visit last week and that I had bought a pair of denims for when I found out that she, too, didn’t possess a pair of jeans.   Because she had arrived with John, I had assumed she was his sister, Mitah.   Admittedly, they do look similar, even though there is more than 2 years difference in age.confusing
Mitah is in the middle.   The other two pictures are both of Amanda.
I tried to laugh off my stupidity by mentioning that I was going to be 60 this year and my memory is not what it was.   Sigh.
Despite these ineptitudes of mine, I think the meeting was a success.   Four of the girls can now say the promise and have a good idea of what the law entails.   Only Sam, who has just recently joined us, and Stella who didn’t come will have to be enrolled next term.   I told them that if I couldn’t sign off each clause of the Trefoil challenge, they couldn’t be enrolled next week.   They tried.   They worked together as patrols.  I have a bit more hope for them.
The chocolate Easter eggs were a great success. It didn’t take long for each girl to fill one mould with chocolate and the orphanage allowed us to use the fridge.DSC01839 DSC01838 .
Surprisingly, the scooby doo was also a hit.  For the same girls who couldn’t make a clove hitch after 5 tries last week, to be able to tie the scooby doo knot was quite impressive. It was one of the options to do during patrol time along with colouring in the flag or decorating the patrol box.
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Well next week is enrolment.   Here’s hoping all the arrangements come together.   Most of them are out of my control.   Bertha needs to arrange with the driver to pick up not only the girls but also their guests, she has to organise with the orphanage to provide us with tea and eats.   Annette (my district commissioner) is coming to enrol the girls and I hope we can get going early so she can get home before the traffic.   Please pray for all the arrangements.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Visits and Flags

 

When I was involved in the Third Randburg Guide Company, we used to make a point of visiting the girls in their homes.   I saw no reason not to do the same with the Rays of Hope Guide Company.   So I organised with Bertha (who is my Rays of Hope contact ) to visit two families before Guides this Friday and two next.    All the girls except Stella had said that they had a pair of denims and a white school shirt so I had bought a pair of denims and a shirt for Stella and I asked that we visit her first.

It was raining on Friday.   I drove and Bertha directed.   When the road ran out and I saw the muddy track going down hill leading towards Stella’s house, I decided to park the car and walk because I didn’t fancy being stuck in the mud.

I’ve never actually known anybody who lives in a shack before.   Stella lives in a shack.  She shares the bed with her older sister (who is the head of the household since the mother died in 2010), her younger sister and the baby.   The brother sleeps on the floor.

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Things were going well with Stella.   Her teacher, having seen the state of her only school dress and shoes, had given her a new school uniform and shoes.   Now two days later I had come with some denims and a shirt.   I wonder if she’s been praying…….

The next stop was Minenthle and her sister Amanda.   Two weeks ago when there was only one vehicle available and the girls had been collected from school, the two of them had not come and had run away when the driver had called them.   Bertha phoned their aunt who said they were tired.   Now there was no sign of Minenthle, although Amanda was there.   We waited until we had just enough time to be 10 minutes late.                           

After the girls had been given lunch in the orphanage, we had lost half an hour so again my programme was adapted.   I went over the last 5 Guide laws.   I don’t know how much they took in.   They just looked at me.   After three weeks of going through the promise, which they are going to have to say on the 30th when they get enrolled, not one of the girls could tell me what it was.

The highlight for me was that Jeanette brought a friend.   With Minenthle probably dropping out, five guides is below the minimum number.   Perhaps the Lord made provision before I even knew about the problem.  

After playing a relay type game about the motto,  We went outside to put up a camp style flag pole.   Well, one thing is for sure, I am going to have to hoist the flag for the moment with two escorts.   The whole flag raising procedure is totally beyond my girls.   Even marching in step is out of their range at present.   They can, however, knock in pegs.

Our ending was very rushed.   I misunderstood Bertha.   I understood that because the orphanage young people were going to youth groups at Rosebank Union to be there at 6, we had to finish promptly so the transport to take the girls home could do that and still be back in time to take the youth group kids.   So instead of having the duty patrol tidy up, I ended up doing everything myself.   Then I felt quite annoyed when at 10 to 6 ,I found the orphanage Guides playing in the street outside.   It turned out that I had misunderstood Bertha.   There were 2 buses and only Maria and Laiza were required to finish early.   I wonder if Friday is the best day to run Guides.   Already we had to miss a meeting because of the party at Ihe orphanage once a term to celebrate birthdays that term, now with youth group taking place on Fridays also, we might need to rethink.

I am feeling a bit out of my depth, especially with plans to get the girls enrolled on 30 March when they don’t seem to understand the promise and law.   Perhaps I have been too  ambitious thinking I could get them ready for enrollment in just a term.    Lord, this is your idea, your company,   HELP.DSC01821

Learning to polish shoes