At the end of day 8 … we are still alive. But quite tired and in need of a good break. You can pray for us as we take the day off on Saturday and then are involved with two different churches on Sunday.
We started the day off at Rauka school participating in the morning warm up then going in to a classroom with everybody and leading worship. We cut it short this morning as every Friday morning a missionary dad comes in and leads P.E. with everyone. Shelvis has two children in the school. They moved to Arua a couple years ago and helped start Rauka school. It started as a homeschool coop between a few parents and he would come in and read to the young kids, but as the school grew into what it is now it became necessary for there to be a P.E. program and he was the obvious fit to lead it. He began by taking the oldest 7 students and appointing them as team leaders while we were singing with the rest of the school. He discipled them a bit in leadership and introduced our key word ENCOURAGE. We split up the kids into seven groups and taught the importance of staying as a group and ENCOURAGING each other. They learned how to do a train and then lined up for relay races. It was hectic as kids changed teams whenever they wanted and then took a water break and kids were clinging to the playground equipment. We then played red-light-green-light and freeze tag and those games worked well with the whole school participating. We ended by ENCOURAGING each other again and talking about ENCOURAGEMENT.
At 10:30 the rest of the group left as usual, but I stayed behind to teach the older class. Steven, Nathan and Alysia went with a lady out of town to a village and had a wonderful church experience. Lindsey and Gabi taught a toddlers swimming lesson and James went to a coffee shop called Borderlands.
I was going to teach music at Rauka to the older class because no one had taught them music before. I was given recorders, which are referred to as flutes here, and a bunch of music books with introductory theory. Everyone else thought it would be a disaster and the incessant squeaking would drive me nuts right away, but I had optimism going into it. I gave them the flutes right away and they squawked away happily at any moment I didn’t have their attention. They all spoke English, but I struggled to understand their accent and a few of them spoke very quietly. I taught them in a crowded classroom with all their textbooks still on the tables and no black board to write on. It was very different in this class than the roomy tent I was in the days before. Their teacher had agreed with them to have a shorter break, but I didn’t know what time classes began and ended at after 10:30.
We had a break at some point and another boy the children knew from last year came and joined them at that time and he said he was just visiting at that point, so I figured he wouldn’t stay long. We moved the class outside where we were relieved by the beautiful breeze revived our focus and desire to learn. It ended up that he would be a student that very next Monday and I felt bad for not giving him a very warm welcome. These people are always so very welcoming! I gave him a flute and he immediately lit up with excitement.
I am looking forward to teaching them again next week. Those 8 kids are very dear to my heart now and I don’t want to let them down, and so want to teach them more. We then began trying to write our names on the flutes with a red felt marker. We then proceeded to sanitize -in a bucket of water and Jik which I think is just bleach- the flutes and rub and wash off the names we had just written on. We went back the class and wrote names on strips of paper and then looked for staples for a stapler to attach them on the ends of the flutes. They took the opportunity of me being distracted by squirming around in the stuffy classroom to blast out a few notes at each other again. I collected the flutes because I didn’t want them to be distracted with them for the whole afternoon and they couldn’t take them home for the weekend. I sanitized them all again. I thought it was a huge success, but it was exactly like the others were thinking it would be. Rolf and Kalia came and picked me from the school around 12 and we got back to VTC at 12:30 for lunch with most of the team. A lady named Amelie was doing laundry for us and then cooked us a wonderful Ugandan meal for lunch.
In the afternoon I spent some time going over some of the music books and came up with an idea for teaching the next week. I also spent some time in prayer for these kids and journaled about our time here. I met a man named Alfred near our guesthouse, and will give him a Bible next week as he expressed a lot of interest. The team gathered at the Kruse’s for supper and enjoyed sharing about all of our experiences.