An assortment of God's artwork

Jan 26, 2012

Dumalang! Otsogile Jang? Liena lame ke Minda. Ke tshotswe ka lesome le bongwe ka moranang 1988. Ke tshotswe mo India. Ke nna mo America. Ke na le dingwa ga di le masome a le mararo. Ke Na le Banyan aba le bone. Ke gofejane mo banyaneng mo lapeng. Sisitra yame ena le bana ba ba setsana ba le pedi le ba simane ba le bararo.Ke tshotswe ke sena matsogo le maoto. Ke kgona go kwala ka pensele fa gare ga matsogo le seledu. Ke ithutamo Botswana. Ke tla ya lapeng ka phukwi.

Okay that is a brief greeting and introduction of myself in Setswana. First I said hello (Dumalang) and told you that my name is Minda and that I’m 23 years old. Then I said that I was born in India but I was raised in the states. I also said that I have four sisters and I’m the last daughter in my family. I then explained that my oldest sister has 2 daughters and 4 sons. Next I told you that I was born without arms and legs, but, I can write with a pen/ pencil between my arm and chin! I also explained that I am studying in Botswana and that I would be returning home in July!I’m working on lots more, and I am loving my helper/companion/ teacher Ntebeleng. She is making these Setswana lessons a whole lot of fun! So far we have been out and about ever since her first day here. From day one we have been practicing the Setswana greeting and social exchanges such as: Dumela Rra - Good morning Sir! Or, Dumela Mma - Good morning ma’am. Otsogile jang? means "How are you?" Keteng, wena okae? means, " I’m well, how are you?" Ke itumetse means, "I’m happy" and "Ke lapile" is what I say when I’m tired! She also writes down EVERYTHING word, phrase, question, and comment that she teaches me, so that I can see it as well as hear it. I also am recording a lot so that I can read it and hear it and practice it myself, over and over again. I’m one of those kinesthetic learners who has to actually put what I learn into practice immediately, in order ot remember it, so I do! Ntebeleng is so patient with me and if there is a word I don’t know or a sentence I’m unable to pronounce she gently corrects me and shows me how to fix it or say it properly. She sounds out every sound in the word for me so that I can get it right.

For the last 2 weeks we have been going nearly every day to different places nearby to practice my Setswana speaking skills. We have been to the grocery store where she had me practice saying what I needed in Setswana and asking how much things cost etc... Even when we order food I’m to ask in Setswana, and the cool thing is, is the other day I managed to order my whole meal in Setswana with very little need of correction! That's PROGRESS!!We've also gone to interesting places like the Thapong Art Gallery here in Gaborone where I got to speak with many of the artists who are doing multi-media productions. Some did watercolor, acrylic, oil, but others worked with wood or clay structures, while others did amazig things with marble. Not all of the artists were from Botswana either. Many other Africans come ehre to study or to live because it is a peaceful country. I met a man from Zimbabwe who did clay and marble sculpture. He is really good, and he gave me two miniature clay sculptures of the San (desert) people that he did! Then there was another man who did images out of fiberglass with which I was quite impressed. Another did black and white abstracts with black acrylic paint on a white canvas.I loved being with artists, and Ntebeleng loves the digital camera I brought with me! She took pictures of just about everything on the planet! It was a lot of fun to watch her taking the photos, because of how excited she got taking them. Bless her dear heart. When I first pulled out the camera, showed herhow to do it, and asked her to take pictures for me, her eyes lit up like a sweet child who has been given a beautiful doll and had been told it was hers forever! I wish I had some way to capture that moment!

We have been to the Museum here in Gaborone, which is also really cool because it tells the history of Botswana from the first peoples that inhabited the land, the influence of the first missionaries to arrive, untiol today. They even had an animal exhibit! Unfortunately Ntebeleng and I could not take photos in the museum because the light was so dim the pictures came out too blurry.

Learning Setswana has been good for me in a lot of aspects including being patient with myself as I am learning. I am not going to lie and say that this is the easiest language to learn, because it certainly isn’t. I don’t always say the words correctly, and I don’t always remember the right order of words in a sentence. I have to remind myself that I’m a just learing, there are just some things that are more difficult for me to learn at a fast pace - but that’s okay, because this whole six months is going to be hard as well as wonderful, and I have to keep talking with the Lord about this! I realize once again that when I give up my struggles and frustrations to the Father, I’m able to relax with it all and just enjoy being here, enjoy the peopel, and enjoy learning. By doing this I find how much I enjoy the journey one step at a time!

I’m working on my studies at the coffee table in the center of the living room. It’s great because the table is right at my height which makes it very easy to move around without any great difficulty. I have put my books and assignments on one side and my computer is located on the other side. I’m nice and spread out, which I like. This arrangement is wonderful for quite a number of reasons. First, I am almost never in my manual chair and that means I’m moving around a lot on the floor which is extremely good for me. Secondly, I find that I get really stiff just sitting in my manual chair or my electric chair all the time which I didn’t really notice very much before, but now that I’m out of it I’m not as stiff as I used to be and I feel terrific! Thirdly, I am getting a lot more exercise by being on the floor than I usually used to get by being in the electric chair all the time! I don’t have to try to fit exercise into my schedule anymore. it just is automatically part of my life and this is really nice!I’m also figuring out ways that I can help around the flat with various chores. I love to sweep floors, and mop them as well. Ntebeleng and I do this every other day in between our lessons and other things.

I’m the kind of person that really enjoys doing house work, and I find it restful as well as rewarding. I cannot even begin to tell you how nice it is to walk around on the nicely cleaned floor with not much dust and NO bugs! I’ve also been able to do my own laundry here in the flat. The washing machine is the kind in which the door opens from the front not the top of the machine. I can easily put my own clothes into it and then turn on the machine. The place where the soap is poured in is something either Sandy or Ntebeleng does because I cannot reach that. Then I sit and watch as the clothes turn in the machine to get clean. This is a perfect time for me to spend in prayer. As the clothes turn and the machine is humming a quiet relaxing tune I talk to the Father about the things I’m learning and what He is teaching me here in Botswana about joyful giving, patient learning, and gracious receiving. I spend the 1st hour of the morning doing this and afterwards I feel so refreshed and ready to begin again. Who knew that simple tasks like this could bring me even closer to the One who loves and is always making us clean and fresh every morning!

This last week has not only opened up many opportunities to practice Setswana, but I have also had the privilege of meeting a wonderful assortment of people as well. I met a chubby, round faced man last Thursday named Foster. He sells all sorts of things like brooms, Botswana flags, aprons, baby bibs, clothes pin bags, and more. He sits every day by the local grocery store and sells his things to the passersby in order to support his family. He is trying to keep his niece in school and raise his own children at the same! His niece now lives with him, because her own parents have died. He is a very lovely man and he is quite persistent with his little business! I also met a kind- hearted taxi driver, Brian, who is very reliable for Ntebeleng and me, and his little red car is very easy for me to get out of!

I have met some women from the Anglican Women's Fellowship who are just lovely. Mma Florence, in her mid-fifties, is just about one of the most beautiful African woman I’ve ever seen! Her features are very distinguished; her skin is a rich chocolaty-brown with eyes so black it’s like you're looking into a deep, never-ending well. She is very strongly built in body, and her tightly braided her goes just past her shoulders. I admire her so much. Then there is Mma Mabusi, who is older and very funny, with a smile that is on her face at almost every moment! She is a delightfully plump woman with shining black skin that glistens in the light that she seems to carry with her, that just shines out of her.

And last Sunday was really AMAZING! Sandy and I attended the 9:30 am service at the cathedral. The Bishop, Trevor Mwamba was there and requested that Sandy play for the choir that was visiting the cathedral from South Africa. They were really wonderful and they sang the Halleluiah Chorus like I had never heard it in my LIFE, and I was so blown away that I felt like I was going to fall out of my chair and topple onto the floor! African culture is built on music- they sing all the time at almost every moment!

On Tuesday the 31st of JanuaryI, Ntebeleng and I will be going out to St. Peter’s Daycare in Mogodishane to talk about my service project. The one in charge of the Daycare is Ms. Gladys Mudereri, who is eager to talk with me about doing something with teh children, like re-telling the bible stories, especially stories of Jesus to the children and help them find ways to paint, draw and act out the stories!

I’m very excited about working with the kids.- I miss my nieces and nephews, and these little ones are going to teach me as much about languagem, but also about the love of God as I’m going to teach them! Please pray that this goes well and produces some good fruit in their little lives.There is so much to tell, and I just don't have time to say everything each week, but I am trying to give you a flavor of my life here. I am so very happy! God is good - so very good to me!

I love and miss you all!

Sala Sentle - Stay well!

Gifts

Jan 19, 2012
Last Sunday Sandy and I got up at 7:00am so that way we could attend the 8am service at the Cathedral, which is quite a way from our flat. But before we left I was in need of a shower. I normally take my own showers at home. Since this is not the case here, Sandy and I came up with a plan. The bathtub is too high for me to get into, so I just get into my manual chair and Sandy pushes the chair right up to the tub, then I bend down over the edge of the tub as far as I can with my arms resting on the rim. After this Sandy prepares the water, getting it at an adequate temperature making sure that it’s not super cold or burning hot, then she proceeds to wash my hair and face. I also brush my teeth over the tub because it is a whole lot easier to get two things done at once! When this is over I dry myself off a bit and then I step into a large green bucket that was originally used to wash clothes! This works - We keep finding more and more creative ways to just get things done! In the beginning this was a little difficult to get all the pieces together, but now we have created a pretty good system!

It’s an absolutely lovely walk over there, since it’s so green.
And every now and then we noticed a bright red coke can or a shining beer bottle nestled in a nice green bed of leaves. And the dirt here in Botswana is a radiant red color that looks like you could almost taste it. It was like looking at powdered chocolate or ground cinnamon. It had rained a lot the night before, therefore the air was cool and the fresh scent of water filled our noses! It was the perfect walking weather and we took in every bit of it. Sandy is amazing. I don't really know how she keeps walking and pushing me all over town, but she does.

We passed a lot of people outside walking by. Some were alone and others were in groups. Many wore hats, or head scarves, or carried brightly colored umbrellas to shield them from the beaming hot sun that shined directly down. Every time somebody saw me they would stare directly at me. So I greeted them in Tswana with a “Dumela Rra,” if it were a man and “Dumela Mma” if it were a woman. They would return the greeting with an astonished look on their faces because they are taken aback that I can speak! I think this may be because they see that I’ve got no arms or legs they assume that I cannot use my mouth either! Most people in wheelchairs rarely come out, and people missing both arms and legs are certainly not out and about going on with their lives where they have a lot of contact with society. I feel sorry for these people who have not had much experience with the disabled. This is a struggle that has been going on for years- it really is time for those with disabilities to come out and be who they were born to be. ..People God intended them to be!

We arrived at the church right as it was starting and when Sandy and
I got in the building there were already people looking over their shoulders at me with gentle curiosity in their eyes. I noticed immediately that there was absolutely no other person in a wheelchair.
The Cathedral is a very enormous worship area made of bricks, with wide open doors leading into the sanctuary. The court yard was rather wide with trees and flowers so bright that it makes your eyes water. It is very beautiful. The congregation was large as well, and rich in diversity. There were blacks, Indians, Danish, British, and a few white Americans. As I looked around the multitude I immediately noticed how well everyone dressed. I could not spot one person in that was in torn jeans, a simple t-shirt, or their hair put together in a sloppy way. It was obvious from the very first moment I rode into the building that these people take church very seriously, not only in the way they worshipped but how they dressed for it! The service went very
well and it’s not very different from what we do at my home church in Bolivar. They are a little late getting things started, but to be quite honest I’m okay with this. Anyway the service began with the opening hymn which was projected on the wall in the very behind the altar, because there are not enough hymnals to go around. The lessons were read in English which made me sort of sad because I would have liked to hear it in Setswana, but it was still interesting to listen to the readers reading the lessons with the African accent!
English is the official language, of course, since Botswana was colonized by the British, but in ordinary circumstances, and at home, people speak Setswana. Since so many people come to the Anglican church, though, who are from many different places, they use English. I do not know which languages they use for Bible studies and smaller church gatherings, yet, however.

Rev. Dr. Moffat was the officient/ celebrant, and the preacher was Dean Goma. Dean Goma's sermon was a continuum from last Sunday's Epiphany sermon. He spoke of the wise men and their importance to us - which was first, their commitment to the call to get up and go. They may have felt like getting up and going back, or they probably asked each other a number of times “How many days of this journey have you regretted?” As tiring as the trip was, they never turned back! This was an interesting topic to hear, especially when here I was answering and committing myself to my own call in this 6 months study abroad. I know that there are going to be moments of difficulty, frustration, and times of miscommunication- but I have not regretted one moment of this trip so far. And I think God has already set difficult challenges in the way to strengthen me! I do feel His presence every moment. Dean Goma then stressed his second point which was that they brought what they had to offer. They brought their gifts- their most precious possessions. Dean Goma made it very clear that they did not hide what they had to offer but brought it to the King of Kings! They gave what they had, and therefore we must also not hoard our gifts or devalue them or pass them off as worthless. We must use the gifts God has blessed us with because they are from the Lord himself. We also should not be jealous of someone else’s gift that we don’t possess, because God doesn’t bless everyone with the same things. “”Being jealous of what others have is not good", Dean Goma, said, “because then you are saying that you’re not happy with what God gave you.” "That is not good-” Dean Goma kept saying. He went on to say “We all have our gifts to offer at the table of the Lord as well as to each other.” This was very encouraging for me to hear and it was more of a reminder to me that even in this 6 months’ time here I want to remember to use my art, and my ability to speak and perform for His glory as well as for serving others. I want to serve the Lord and the people here in Botswana with all I have to offer.

Dr. Moffat is a beautiful celebrant. He has a very nice, soft voice that goes very well with his graceful movements. During Communion I was
taken down front last. The one thing that was ever so clear is that many of these people are not used to seeing disabled people and certainly not right in the middle of church! So,as Sandy and I rolled down the carpeted aisle all eyes turned to watch us closely. Some were smiling, others were looking at us with gracious curiosity, and then there were others in the sea of onlookers that simply stared with perplexion. I wonder if many of them even understand how much the physically and mentally impaired still want to be included in this body of love and diversity, to hear the Word of God, to respond to God's invitation to baptism and communion, to service for Him.

When communion was over there were announcements which included news about weddings, births, and marriages. And then the newcomers had to introduce themselves - I always feel so awkward in moments like this. I cannot explain why I feel so shy when this sort of situation arises, I just do. Anyway when the microphone was handed to me, I introduced myself and told them about my university, and the ICS program, and what I want to learn and do in Botswana. The majority responded well which was encouraging. After the service I got to meet with Dr. Moffat and Dean Goma and talk with them for a little while. They are both wonderful men and I look forward to talking with them and spending more time learning about Botswana and the church here from them. After the service I had a bunch of little children come up and talk to me while they watched my every move! This really was neat. They were usually not too cautious to come up to me. Every time they would come up to me I put out my arm and toll them my name. Sometimes they took my hand and shook it, and other times they simply waved at me because they were too nervous to touch me.

Sandy introduced me to a wonderful British couple, Jerry and Christine, who are at the AIDS hospital here in Gaborone. We went out to lunch with them after the service ended. We went over to Riverwalk-and ate at one of the small café’s near the entrance and talked and laughed practically the whole time. As we talked I could not help but notice how people here really do hang out in groups more than doing things individually. I saw people standing in groups in empty open spaces in their brightly colored outfits adorned with intricate designs. I love being surrounded by all the different African languages so much that every now and then I’m slightly thrown off when I hear people speaking English. I love seeing all the beautiful smiling black faces with their bright white teeth and their musical laughter. It's like being surrounded by a million sisters and brothers of my Haitian sister,
Becca! It’s interesting how people do really acknowledge each other here as they pass one another. This is more real interaction than I see in the states! It's a lot more like being in my original country, India. In both places, other people really do matter. And I love this.

On Tuesday morning the 17th I meet with a beautiful Botswana woman who is now my companion, Setswana tutor, and personal caregiver 8:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m. Monday –Saturday. She is a tall dark skinned woman who is very bright and is an excellent Setswana teacher for me. I’m learning a lot from just being around her! Her name is Ntebeleng. She is a wonderful woman and she is making me love this country even more! Her own gifts of love, kindess, and patience encourage me as well.

I'm Here!!!!!!!

Jan 15, 2012
Well I’m finally here in Botswana, Africa, living in the capitol city Gaborone! I cannot believe that my 6 months has finally begun after all this waiting and planning! This has been a great adventure from the start.
I do apologize, however for the delay in this first update. Wedon’t have internet access in the flat that Sandy and I share, like Ithought we would! So, I have to go to the African Women’s Fellowshipoffice to actually send emails to everybody.

I also discovered yesterday that I had the wrong adapter to plug mycomputer into the wall. Today after church at the Cathedral though, my friend Sandra Zarins wheeled me over to a large store called Riverwalk, where wewere told by some of our new American friends, who just moved here fromWisconsin and live in another part of the apartment complex, that Icould find the 2-3 adapter. We located one that was right for my computer.Success! I found two of them and Ibought them both- just in case I lose one!

My friend, Sandra Zarins, whom I mentioned above, traveled with me. She lives in Gabarone and works for the Anglican Church here. ON Tuesday afternoon her friend, Yuri, drove us to St. Louis and dropped us off at the Airport Quality Inn right near the St. Louis Airport.

Well, I want to quickly back up and let everyone know, if anyone wants to go toSouth Africa now, you have to get a yellow fever vaccination! Mom washelping me with looking up some last minute things and she saw that inorder to get into South Africa at all, even if you are flying on aplane that does not let you off in Senegal (like South AfricanAirlines) that it is now required for everyone to get yellowfever vaccination or they don’t get into the country! This was a rule thatbegan this year. Thank God Mom saw that and saved our trip. So, we got our shots right away the next morning. Whew!!

Back to the story ,the hotel as nice, but the bathroom in our room was very small and the manual chair could not get into it.
In order for me to use the restroom, I had to get out of my chair and walk in. Sandy came in after me pushing the folded wheelchair. Then I got back into the chair by myself once she unfolded it and walked onto the toilet. Learning this stuff was very good for both of us and Sandy told me that I was going to help her become more aware of how many places were un-handicap-accessible that she hadn't even noticed. We had fun as we talked a lot and shared stories about the holidays with our families over dinner. We continued to talk and laugh late into the night.

At my suggestion, which Sandy agreed to, we are going to do morning devotions together once we are settled in her flat. Since Sandy is an earlier riser anyway, she had no problem praying with me in the morning. I need that fellowship. Maybe she does, too.

The next day at about 5 am Yuri came to pick us up and take us to the airport. He understood how difficult it would be for Sandy to push me, the 2 suitcases, the laptop, and the 2 carry-ons. We were so grateful to him for this. Even though our flight was not till 8 am Sandy and I wanted to get through security before the line got too long and the crowd too much. After we got our 2 suitcases taken care of Yuri gave us some extra money for breakfast, which was really cool since we had not eaten anything before we left the hotel.

I was really glad we opted to go early because we got through security with no hassle. Being born without arms and legs means security inspection is rather exciting for me. I’m set aside from the other passengers and I’m always patted down from both front and back. When they rub my back it feels really nice because I practically get a free back massage- how fun that is!! One of the great advantages of being disabled!! It seems so funny that they make such a big deal out of me when I’m the last person on earth that would be a physical threat to anybody!

Sandy says that I’m going to make huge impact on the people in Botswana, simply by making them more aware of the mental and physically handicapped who are around them, butmostly hidden away at home. Even the churches aren’t very wheelchair friendly. At around 8:30 am we boarded the plane to Washington DC. I was the first to be loaded on because it takes a few minutes to swap from my manual wheelchair into the airplane wheelchair. This always takes awhile because the chair I’m put in is wider than the aisles, so they are always getting stuck! But we managed and we settled nicely .

On the plane some of the hosts wanted to know what I was going to do in Botswana. This gave me an opportunity to tell them about the ICS program and that I intend to empower the disabled in their own Christian ministry through art, music, and drama. They really appreciated this and wished me the best in this call to serve. One of the hosts was a man from South India. He and I talked a lot about the disabled and the ICS Major. I liked him very much and he was very encouraging to me.

Once we arrived at Dulles, our 17 hour flight to Johannesburg, South Africa was still 5 hours away. So, Sandy and I got some lunch at a Chinese restaurant in the airport and spent more time talking avbout sandy's life, and all the places she has lived before, including Saudi Arabia. I love her aggressiveness and go-for-it attitude.At about 6 pm we boarded our plane to Jo-burg and I was again the first to get on. Once again the airport chair was too wide for the aisle. They really need to design a new way for getting disabled in and out ofthe planes because it really would make travelling for us a lot easier, and for the hosts. It is also difficult to use the bathrooms on the plane because there is not enough room to move around easily.We flew for 17 hours but I felt like it was much longer. Sandy said this was the part she liked the least.

But we finally got there and I could not believe it! I was finally was in Africa- adream I had for several years and not only that, I was finally doing my 6 months abroad. I almost asked Sandy to pinch me because I was so shocked! When we got off the plane in Jo-burg we were greeted by Sandy’s good friend Thembi, from the African Women’s Fellowship. She’d recently moved to Jo- burg with her family. She drove us to a small hotel near to the Jo-burg Airport. Sandy and I kept saying that it was so nice to sleep in actual beds again after 17 long hours on the plane! After we got settled in the hotel room we enjoyed cups of tea (the English influence!) and shared a lovely talk with Thembi. Soon after Thembi left Sandy and I went down for dinner, then went back to our room and went to bed.

That night I spent some serious time with the Lord praising Him for all He has done for me and for all the trials He allowed me to experience to get me to this moment in my life. It hasreally strengthened me and made me more eager to face new challenges. I have also had a great time with Sandy and we are growing in our friendship. I really commend her because traveling with someone like me isn’t easy at all especially someone as old as my Mom. But she has been a wonderful sport and kept an amazing attitude through the whole trip and beyond. For this I praise and thank the Lord for her.

We woke up the next morning to beautiful mountains and blue sky and I was ready to sing “The Hills are alive with the sound of music”. That morning I took a nice long shower –since I won’t have another one like it for 6 whole months!Thembi came at around 11 am to take us to the airport for our 2:30 flight to Gaborone. While we were loading Thembis car the bagman took a look at her car and said " this is a man’s car" and that she shouldnot be driving it. I found this very interesting and rather bold thing for him to say to a strong woman. Sandy told me later to expect more comments such as that. When we got to the airport it was so interesting that the majority of the people were black and East Indian. I saw no whites, except for business men. I actually liked this and I didn’t even mind that people were speaking in so many different languages. This served as a reminder that this dream really did come true! The Jo-burg Airport was huge and I was fascinated with all the shops and stores! I expect I’ll spend some more time at the stores on my way back.Soon after we arrived we headed off to security. This actually didn’t take very long and they were very friendly. The security woman checked me so briskly that I didn’t even get a back massage Oh well!

After that Sandy and I grabbed a quick lunch and got back to the gate where our plane would take off. When we finally got on the plane the sky started to get very dark and the wind turned cold. Soon after this therain came pouring down lashing at the plane windows. This delayed our take off about 15 minutes but I did not mind at all. In fact I fell sound asleep and I did not even hear the plane take off the ground.Actually, I didn’t even wake up till the plane arrived in Gaborone- capitol city of Botswana. When the airport wheelchair was brought to me the man pushing it greeted me by saying “Dumella Mma” and at that point I could have cried because I was so happy.Once we got our bags we were greeted by my supervisor James Amanze, his wife Diana, and another friend Susan Moguara. We sat down and chatted about our trip and Father James and I have agreed that this Wednesday we are going to talk seriously about the things I need to do in my 6 months time here. He told me that he reread the ICS syllabus before I came and has a copy of it saved with him. We will also see about getting a language tutor as well. That’s all great news!!

After about 30 minutes of conversation we all headed over to Sandy’s flat. The drive as just beautiful! Green, green, and more green!Sandy’s flat is perfect for me to live in. There are 2 bedrooms in the back, with a bathtub, and restroom directly across from the rooms. The bathroom is great and I can get into it without any trouble at all. The furniture is all oranges and browns, beiges. There are 2 African batiks hanging in the living room. There is a coffee table in the center of the rom where I do all of my reading and typing. It’s wonderful because it’s exactly my height!

Sandy’s friend who is living with us at the moment is really neat. Her name is Boniswa; she is 29 years old, African born and was adopted by British missionaries and raised in England. She is a nurse working at the AIDS hospital. I enjoy her a lot. After we settled down in the apartment and got freshened up Boniswa, ur neighbor Hilary who’s a PhD studying anthropology, and I, went outto see a music jam session at a place called Botswana Arts & Crafts a few blocks away from the flat. It was a lot of fun and I enjoyed getting to know Hilary and Boniswa and many others who we met there. We came back late and slept in the next day.

Please pray that God will use me here and continue to pray for me to be open and availableat all moments.

Tsamaya Sentle (Good-bye; go well as they say in Setswana)

Minda