Yoga!

So, it's amazing here, it has been a little hard. Kapalebyong is so dirty, the villages here are incredibly beautiful with tons of greenery and huts, but Kapalebyong is dirty with goats, pigs, cattle, chickens, turkeys, and stray dogs everywhere. There are no fences so everything just runs loose. But there are also babies everywhere- chicks, puppies, little children, we even have several baby goats living by us that we watch play king of the hill.
I'm having a hard time knowing where to begin to talk. I'm doing very well health wise, it's actually been quite a miracle- no stomach issues, no mosquito bites even! But that is partially do to a drought. We could strongly use prayer for that, the people here are on the brink of possibly starvation, we are in the rainy season now and it has only rained once and it is very dry. So pray for rain! The women I am living with (and children) are amazing and so loving. Daukus, Esther's 18 year old daughter has been cooking for us and it's actually really good. We had fresh chicken (I watched it get butchered) for two days (same chicken) with rice and a great sauce made from oil, tomatoes, onions and salt- yeah, I know it doesn't sound very good, but it is delicious! There is not much food here so we are always a little hungry, but our needs are met and we are also feeding the people we are living with so that is good.
As far as language, it is funny. The main language is Teso, with a tiny bit of english and even that english is the british form. So to speak to people I have to use their accent otherwise they will not understand. And I am slowly learning Teso, a little swahili- for instance djabo means how are you? and Yoga meanse how are you in Teso and you reply with yoga noi, meaning i am fine how are you? People are very friendly. But we do feel like celebrities- we are treated as royalty almost because we are white but also as freaks and everyone, everyone stares. The children try to touch you to see if you painted yourself and if not, they get very excited if you smile at them. Except the really little ones, they are scarred. They call it fearing here, so someone might say "Ah! She is fearing you!" and...everyone thinks I am 14 or 15, because I have the body of one (no boobs or butt) and they laugh so hard when they find out my age.
On my next update, I will talk more about the project- art project, I am working on, we have some incredible opportunities and even to help create peaceful associations between two tribes. This week, I think, maybe next, I (and a few others) will be traveling into the karamajong's territory to work with the women. I will talk about this more soon but pray for a safe journey and that we will be recieved well.