Seminar in Massango
Trip Start Sep 06, 2012
14Trip End Oct 09, 2012
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We headed north on the familiar road toward Cibitoke, always full of bicycles carrying amazing
We finally arrived at Nyeshenza, the last village before Massango under clear skies. As we drove in, I noticed a boy of 9 or 10 wearing tattered dirty shorts and flip flops, with a T-shirt that read "I am the American Dream". You couldn’t make up stuff like this.
We found the usual road to Massango blocked in the village due to road work. We had to find an alternate path with was actually a path. But they’re used to driving on such ways, and though we had to stop and move logs, we made it to our usually parking place, from where we hiked 15 minutes including “walking the plank” over a stream to arrive at the hall. Six congregational leaders were present, so with our party we made 10 in all.
There were formal greeting from Nathan on behalf of the group, to which I responded formally with Moise translating. Mr. Mundeli also greeted everyone on behalf of our Rwandan brethren. Then I started in on the topic for the day: our fundamental belief about the annual Holy Days of the Bible which outline the divine plan of salvation for mankind. This was a very useful topic considering the time of year, but also because this is such a fundamental subject for understanding many biblical topics.
We went through various scriptures and discussed their meaning and significance. We went from 10 until 12, and had a 10 minute break, then continued on until almost 3:00 pm. Some church ladies were cooking lunch outside over fires, and it was ready by the time we wrapped up: rice, beans, cabbage, beef and fried potatoes.
After lunch we had a closing prayer and then we parted for the day, we should see each other again tomorrow when we’ll meet for services.
The drive back to Bujumbura was uneventful. We stopped as usual to buy tomatoes at a particular village. Moise told me he buys for 1000 francs (60 cents) what he would pay 2000 francs to have in Bujumbura. That’s a significant amount of money here.
Having arrived in Bujumbura I changed some dollars to get some francs, and we went to the central market area to buy a new CD player for Nathan, so he can listen to sermons. After trying several shops we ended up in one run by an Indian fellow. There were no simple CD players to be had, only DVD-CD players with viewing screens and high price-tags. Finally we found a radio that would also take SD chips. Moise and I disused this and he said he could transfer sermons to the SD chip on his laptop. That seemed a good way to go. Now we had to haggle.
65000 was the price about $43. Moise got them down to 55,000, which the owner said was his last price. I did my part and held out for 50, making as if to leave if the price wasn’t met. The Indian man waved me over in a sign of assent. The shop staff broke out in laughter. I asked Moise why: “your skin in the same and yet you haggle”. We didn’t really look that much alike from my perspective, he had the swarthy skin of many East Indians, and I’m really northern-European white. But to them we looked the same, and I guess light-skinned people don’t usually haggle with each other. In any event thought it was pretty hilarious.
We drove back to the hotel sat on the restaurant terrace and had a discussion about organizing the Feast of Tabernacles until it got dark and the mosquitos were out in force. So we said goodbye for the evening and agreed to meet at 7:30 again for the drive to Mugina