Literacy at the Morgue

As I waited outside one of the local morgues in Yaoundé for the levée du corps (removal of the body) to take to the church for the memorial service, I was amazed at the number of people that were there during the work day. A Cameroonian co-worker’s wife, Mary, had gone home to be with Jesus.  I found it hard to imagine hundreds of people standing outside in the States waiting with you for a loved one’s body to be released. Along with all the vendors who walked by offering to sell nuts, tissues, a piece of gum or even an egg sandwich.

levee 1There were easily three times more people there then who came to the actual church service. We waited about an hour and a half and then they carried her coffin to the car that would transport her to the church.  I didn’t go to the final burial, but there were even more that attended; it was 10 hours away from where I live. They drove all night to get there to bury the body the next day.

leaving leveeBut while I was waiting, a co-worker had brought a new Oku New Testament from the dedication two weeks ago in Oku to present to my friend who just lost his wife since he was not able to attend the dedication in his mother tongue. So she was waiting to present it to him and there were many other Oku people around so she thought she would ask someone to read the new Oku New Testament but the woman sitting beside her had never learned to read in Oku, her mother tongue, but as we sat under the overhang outside the mortuary she had her first literacy lesson in Oku. She starting reading in 1 Corinthians 15:20 and also Revelation 7:17. The Oku woman said that “Reading this took away my tears.”

Reading OkuRevelations – 7:17 “For the Lamb on the throne will be their Shepherd. He will lead them to springs of life-giving water. And God will wipe every tear from their eyes.”  NLT

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Sauce

I (DeAnna) am a strategic shopper.  I don’t like to shop here (I only like to at certain stores in the USA).  I make my list in order of how the store is laid out that I’m going to.  I miss a lot of things because I’m on a mission at the store.

David, on the other hand, likes to look at different products and browse while I’m leaving him in my dust to try and break the time record from the time before of how fast I can get through the store.  David saw this product on the shelf.  The cost conversion is $6 USD for this bottle.  We both were taken by it.  We’ve never seen any bottle of Heinz American sauce in the USA.  Maybe it’s just called Sauce in the USA since one would already be in America.  Could this be the secret “sauce” that Dairy Queen puts on their burgers.  Our curiosity is piqued, but not enough to buy it and try it.

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Sheep

While driving back from our Bafia daytrip, we were behind a pick-up truck that was carrying two layers of sheep and a sheep herder.  The sheep herder was busy during the drive keeping the sheep from jumping out of the truck and from butting him.

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It’s the Principle!

Fifteen years ago, David and I had an engagement party thrown by his mother, Mary.  She ordered a 4 foot sub sandwich from Subway to serve at the party.  Jill, David’s sister, had the job of picking up the sandwich and paying for it.  David, Jill and I all went to the Subway store to collect and pay for the party sub.  Once the party sub was being unwrapped at the house, it was soon discovered that it wasn’t what was expected from the order.  Anyway, long story short, Jill was upset and wanted Subway to do something about it and they didn’t.  After Mary and David tried to help Jill not be upset, she said, “It’s the principle!”

Well, we still remind Jill about this interaction and laugh about it.  David and I will sometimes say it back and forth to each other in the heat of the moment and it makes us laugh.

Recently I was having a bad day.  It started out rough around the edges from the moment I was awakened and continued to spiral from there.  I was running from place to place, feeling overwhelmed, feeling a bit chewed up and spit out and feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.  While rushing from one place to another, I was stopped in my tracks.  The road to our house is narrow and only one car at a time can fit.  Well someone parked at the end of the road blocking it.  This isn’t that unusual, so I did my normal honking thing thinking someone went into one of the little shops or into a home and will come out and move it.  I didn’t see anyone arriving and the man who sits at the call box at the end of our road motioned that the driver was in a gated area to the left.  This is a bit of an elusive area, one doesn’t see much happening there and the walls around it are about 4 meters high (12 feet).  The call box man decided to go to the gate and knock…nothing happened.  Yves, the man who owns and operates an electronics repair place, came out of his shop and started knocking….nothing happened.  I got out of the car and went to the gate and started knocking….still nothing happened.  We could see through the crack in the gate that people were inside, but they were deciding not to come to the gate.  Finally after about ten minutes, a man appeared and was met by a fuming, foreign woman who was now 15 minutes late, demanding the car be moved.  Side note:  when there is bad traffic or an accident it’s cultural for drivers to argue openly with one another and it usually draws a crowd who will immediately take sides and also give their two cents.  When the driver finally came out to move his car, he motioned a sorry motion to me and got in his car to move it.  Well, these men who had helped me with the knocking on the gate were not going to let him off that easy and started speaking loudly at him, criticizing him for blocking the road in the first place and so on.  I appreciated that they were arguing the principle of the whole thing on my behalf, but wanted to get a move on it.  I told them as plainly as possible I just wanted the car moved so I can pass by.….but it’s the principle!

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The picture is of the road to our house.

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Traffic

We live in a big city that has many taxi’s and cars who need to share the road with pedestrians, animals, trucks and buses.  It’s common to have traffic and it’s common for a two lane road to support four+ lanes of traffic.  Believe it or not there is a bit of flow that happens, kind of like braiding one goes to the left, one to the right and one in the middle and we all weave our way down the road.

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Being Ornery

While driving past a school that advertised on its building that it teaches proper Anglo-Saxon English and proper French, we couldn’t help but have a chuckle from the quote painted on the building.  We couldn’t stop creating jokes back and forth.  Share with us what comes to your mind as you read the quote.

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Bike Race

Several weeks ago I saw a banner across the road that advertised the Grand Prix Chantal Biya (she is the First Lady of Cameroon) for the weekend of the 18th-20th of October. So our normal route to church was blocked because it went right by the finish line.

On our way home from church we saw that they had painted directions on the road and the path of this race would be going right by our house. Déjà vous, back in 2010 we were able to watch the Tour de France go right by where we were living. Now today we were able to watch the Grand Prix Chantal Biya go right by our house, we were even closer to the race than we were in France. The biggest difference between France and Cameroon is that here they were actually racing! Although I don’t think that Chantal Biya’s race has quite the same clout as the Tour de France there are racers from many parts of the world racing on the not always so smooth roads of Cameroon.

Also, the last leg of the race started in Bafia, I wonder if they started at the Vous êtes ici where we were just at last weekend. I was able to take a few pictures as they sped by.

Ici, Vous etes a Bafia!Racers comingRacers are gone

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Bread Delivery

While on the road from Bafia, we saw a motorcycle who had a nicely constructed wooden frame to hold the baguettes he delivers to various villages.  We were happy to be able to get a picture of it.  Now you know why we pass our bread over an open flame before eating it.

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Successful Daytrip

We ventured out of town over the weekend.  We haven’t left Yaoundé since our return for several reasons; one of the biggest reasons is that in the past when we’ve left town, we’ve had accidents, car troubles and check point stop issues.  We are happy to share we went out of town for the day to visit friends and it was great!  No accidents, no car troubles and no check point issues, plus I (DeAnna) could take pictures of our journey.  We see many things we would like to take pictures of while in the city, but simply can’t.  We went to Bafia for the day (about a 2 ½ hour drive each way from Yaoundé).  We followed a “bush taxi” that was loaded in a typical way and you can see what was on the top of the pile – chickens!  There is also a pictures of the scenery along the way.  There are more blogs and photos to come of this daytrip.

 

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What’s Your Address?

What’s your address?  This is a common question and before living in Cameroon, I had a specific answer.  David & I had a specific street address wherever we lived in the USA and in France.  Now the answer is quite different.  I can give an address that is equivalent to a P.O. Box for flat mail that gets collected for everyone in our organization, but our home doesn’t have a number on it, we don’t live on a marked street and to explain how to get here one must know several surrounding landmarks.

I remember when we first arrived and were going through orientation, our trainer for living here went over a list of location names we would use for getting around in a taxi.  She explained we would say a certain word to get to a certain area of the city.  I  asked why we would use those specific words when there isn’t anything around with that name.  She went on to explain that at one time (1980’s) there was a building with that name on it at that location and so on and so forth.  Now I don’t think anything of it and give directions based on landmarks, based on things that stick out (like a big tire in the center of a roundabout) or based on things painted on buildings.  So, if you want to know how to get to our home, you first need to know where Mvan is.

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