This young Nuer woman came to all of our teachings in Dajo. I thought she was very striking looking. She never smiled or reacted or spoke. One afternoon I got one of the translators and went over to her and told her I thought she was beautiful and that we were very glad she was coming to hear what we had to say. She showed no reaction to what I was saying, but after that, every time I saw her she gave me a big smile.
We were only a few kilometers from the Ethiopian border and one day when we were out in the area where the school was before it burned down, we came across some Ethiopian traders who had set up to barter with the locals. Coffee, sandals, and other items were available.
The young men help the missionaries and the compound clinic by riding bicycles out to the villages to encourage the mothers to bring their children to the clinic when they are ill. They also take immunizations out to the villages and do health related teaching in addition to evangelizing.
Riding a bicycle in that area is no easy task even though it can be faster than hiking. There are many areas where the bicycle has to be picked up and carried. The trails are not smooth and you can hit a rock and fly off — I think I would prefer to walk.
This is where our meals were prepared. There are three cooks in the compound. Our meals were simple — rice or a flat macaroni at each meal. The toppings would vary a bit — chicken stewed with tomatoes, peas stewed with tomatoes, green beans stewed with tomatoes, sheep or goat stewed with tomatoes.