I did some repair painting on our Esther’s House sign before the team came. It was just dingy and flaking off! Not a big deal, but definitely a longer task than I thought it was going to be. Over confident…
Anyhow, Jason and David along with any other free hands were working on the bathrooms. It was getting to be lunch time and some clouds were rolling in. I figured I had earned some “beef” and frankly was at a good stopping point. Besides the fact that, the sun was scorching my hair line, and tot, tot, tot it looked like rain.
I text Jason to come get me…silence. He was right in the middle of his tile project. No worries, I’ll just walk with two gallons of paint and my bag of painting utensils the 2.8 km back. Two steps and it starts sprinkling, another two steps and it’s reached a raining status. Now, normally there’d be no worries. A little rain would’ve felt refreshing, but in Africa that little rain could be buckets in less time than you can say tot, tot, tot it looks like rain. Thankfully it was just a light rain and cleared up after just a few moments. I was truly grateful since I had just spent the last two plus hours painting with water based paint!
Getting on with my story here, I reached the top of the first little hill and decided walking was for the birds not to mention the group of men that were gathered about 30 yards up. Bike Taxi…well of course! The fact that I am going to climb on the back of some strangers bike, on a dirt road, with a Lowe’s cart full of supplies, and a skirt seemed like a given.
This is what I learned in that
long short trip of dirt road back and booty therapy:
-never and I mean never try to hike yourself on the bike with a shorter skirt on when your hands are full. you will catch the skirt in the middle and give yourself a homemade diaper (back up and try again)
-leave your painting gear, cans and all at home. you can hang on better when you hit the holes and also when he catches speed and you realize your skirt has now rested somewhere between your chin and your belly button
-One should never assume that even though these men have thighs of steel it won’t take every ounce of their body standing and him practically grunting to get you up a 1 degree hill. I blame it on the paint…
-just accept the fact that he will speak to passing bikers and you know from the laughter that almost causes the biker to loose control it’s about you
-the village people will also do the same as you breeze by them
-you wonder how much time it will take for the skin from your hip to your pinky toe to heel should you come in contact with the dirt road
-you also wonder if dirt taste good
-or if the dirt has urine and other “things” in it
-your hair will look like you’ve ridden in a cadillac with top down when you come to your final destination
-the most important thing I learned though was that LIFE IS SHORT so take a chance and ride a bike taxi in the middle of an African Village so you can smile and wave, and laugh at yourself, and show them LOVE and that you are normal just like them!
I hope this post has inspired you to do something out of the ordinary and check something off of your bucket list!!!