Sunday, January 6th
Urgh – this day began the night before – at 10:30pm Sam woke up crying and vomiting. We suspect that the bad grapes he ate earlier were the cause. Virtual midnight baths and a screaming Sam made for a good start to the day. He spent the rest of the night waking up every hour or so moaning and whining in his half-asleep state. Poor boy! Eventually, at 5:45 am he was awake for the day and so were we. I got up to shower and when I came out this is what I found on the edge of the bed waiting for me…
It is my birthday today, you see. They sang Happy Birthday to me and gave me sweet drawings that they drew for me. Craig had already given me my birthday present. Sam was much happier and I was glad for that!
We went up to the Letsunyane church for this morning’s service. It is about an hour’s walk from Ramabanta, but we were fortunate enough to go up in Hugo’s bakkie. Craig drove us, Lisa, her son Bryce, Bruce (Ross’s son) and Simon (who was to preach this morning) so that the kids didn’t have to walk that far. Also, that way Craig could take the kids back early, because church services here last a good few hours!
Simon and the kids in the back of the bakkie.
Craig did well again with his driving skills over some interesting terrain (although nothing like what we had driven on yesterday!) Hugo decided to take his bakkie a bit further than where Craig had stopped (we walked the last 10 minutes or so). Well, he too got stuck and ended up ripping off his tow hook in the process! It was quite a spectacle to watch – most of which I didn’t want to watch because the car looked like it was going to roll.
Here is an old bakkie that DID roll some years back – you can see what type of roads we’re talking about.
We arrived in good time and had some time to chat to kids outside. They were all fascinated with our photographic equipment and wanted to see the photos I took. Most of them could speak reasonable English. One little 12 year old boy I was chatting to took me by surprise. Clearly, I had picked the naughty boy to chat to. I said, "Dumela" (hello) to him and he replied with some unintelligible SeSotho. I said, "I don’t understand, what did you say?" He replied, "Do you want to sex me?" I caught my jaw before it dropped to the floor and replied, "that’s not a very nice thing to say. You should say "hello back!"" He just laughed, although his friend was a bit perturbed. I chatted a bit more with him and all was well afterwards. I think word may have got to one of the elders about his inappropriate behaviour, because soon after he sat down for church, he was dragged out by an elder!
He is the one in the red:
Tired bunch after having walked the hour up the mountain to get to the church.
Karen enjoying bonding with some of the girls while we waited for the service to start.
The church service was truly long! In a simple rectangular building, with glass windows just recently been added by St James from our last visit, it is humble and poor. Yet, the people sing with gusto and are warm (as seems to be the case everywhere here). Our girls managed to sit through the first hour of the service, but we left soon after that because Sam was too antsy by then. It was a great experience for them to be exposed to a different culture and language all worshipping the same Lord and Creator King! (About those windows: the hail from the winter broke some of the windows, so Craig suggested to Ross that they used polycarb to replace those panes. Ross told the congregation that if the elders agreed, we’d like to do that – glad that Craig was there with such a wise suggestion!)
The church inside.
The traditional garb that some of the ladies wear – a throwback from when the church was first introduced many years ago.
Simon is the on the extreme right. The minister of the church is in the middle. The lady seemed to be the songleader.
Kiera sat with Uncle Flo a lot of the time. She loves him!
On our way down, Bruce carried Katie and Craig carried Kiera – fireman style! I had Sam on my back.
Bryce, aka Rock Rabbit, didn’t need any help getting down that mountainside!
We returned to some lunch and a good long nap. The return of the team from the church service (at 3pm) and the game of cricket that began soon after woke us up. Craig went off to play cricket, while I went to take down some of our washing and hang some more. Yes, chores don’t stop – not for holidays nor birthdays!
After cricket we all hung around chatting and enjoying each other’s company. Craig chatted to Mervyn C for a while – all the while fashioning himself a sticky block crown… The Chief (Morena Makweba, 81 years – he is Chief of Chiefs in this area and is spending his time with us here at Ramabanta. He is also the advisor and grandfather to the king of Lesotho, so he is quite well respected here in Lesotho) asked Craig for a picture for himself too! Here they both are…