all in a day’s walk: the sequel

• a man wearing half a soccer ball on his head like a hat

• white washed buildings all with blue doors to keep away the evil eye

• men and boys wandering around in earmuffs–again, it’s still 30 degrees Celsius here in the daytime

• the man with the severe limp, who is forever struggling to get from curb to curb–it’s heartbreaking

• the mattress and blanket belonging to the old man who, literally, lives on our street–also heartbreaking

• red and blue plastic bags adorning trees, strewn on the ground, flying with the dust swirled up by another passing taxi

• the still closed gas store on our street*

• men chewing, men spitting, men talking, men sitting, men arguing, men speeding, men smoking, men reading

• only a handful of women–of course, clad all in black, with only their eyes showing

I think that last bit is still what gets me the most. I don’t know why. I guess I can’t help but wish and pray for the women here to one day experience the freedom that God offers. It’s so incomparable.

Psalm 34:5 “Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.”

*Update: We have gas! The good kind! Thankfully, a couple days ago my flatmate’s student offered to get one of our tanks filled for us (guess she knows people), so now we’re cooking with gas again! Also, today a guy came by our flat and said he could get us some more gas, so I gave him our other empty tank. I was smart enough not to give him any money until he came back with the filled tank, but in hindsight, I have a feeling we’re never going to see that tank again, and I should probably just buy us a new one. oops.

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