Archive for December, 2014

12 Days of Christmas in Congo – Motherhood

Kristin King Author

Screen Shot 2014-12-17 at 10.15.26 AMTo be a mother without the means to help your child is gut wrenching. While we were in the process of adopting our sons, the report came that our youngest broke his femur. Merciful, how I remember the misery of wondering if he was being abused at the orphanage, if he was getting proper care for his injury. All I could do was pray and pay the medical bills sent to America.

The mother I met this afternoon can’t pay the bills.

In the Congo children are allowed to go to school whether their family can afford it or not. But the child builds a debt. Talk about student debt, try starting it in the 3rd grade! What happens here is the child doesn’t receive the grades until the debt is paid. Why not drop out in 6th grade when you discover you’ll never receive your diploma even though you…

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12 Days of Christmas in the Congo – The Children’s Fete Part II

Kristin King Author

First group of children singing for the Christmas Fete program. First group of children singing for the Christmas Fete program.

Toward the end of the Christmas Fete program, I am required to give a small speech which I completely blow. I do not begin by honoring the church elders or thanking the guests, or recognizing those who worked with the children to put the party together. What I do say is short but heart-felt. I pray the spirit behind this speaks louder than words.

The children sing again and dance. This what puts smiles on all our faces. For the finale, they gather around Jaime and me to sing the English song again. Yes, they learned a song in English thought they don’t speak the language. It is a Christmas gift to us, the visitors. I don’t catch all the words. In the main they are singing:

We are many

We are one body in Messiah

Loving each other

I smile…

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12 Days of Christmas in the Congo – The Children’s Fete Part I

Kristin King Author

The children walking from our education center to the church next door for the Christmas Fete program. The children walking from our education center to the church next door for the Christmas Fete program.

The children came to the education center today, first by one’s and two’s, then so many I could not keep up with all the names and faces. For years even before FHA I have prayed for these children, these families, this community. Now I actually know some of them: Esther, Deborah, Mark, Lambert, Ange…

I tried to greet them as they came. Like me they need to practice their French.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Je m’appel Kristin.

Je m’appel Esther.

Ca vas?

Nods or Ca vas bien—a few laughs.

I choose a picture book from the shelf. It is in French but I tried to read it anyway. The two girls listening to me are attentive. One realizes her French is better than mine. She reads the entire rest of the book out loud to…

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12 Days of Christmas in Congo – Africa’s Switzerland

Kristin King Author

IMG_0115We drive up the low mountains–very well paved road so far in Rwanda as we make our way on Christmas Day from Kigali to Congo. Traffic is “good” Bintu says meaning it is not as bad as usual. We do stop for a small wreck. A mini SUV as lost one wheel off the curb and is stuck. No wonder, the curb is 3 feet (over a meter) sheer drop. The SUV probably sits on its axle.

I know that sound–the drop, the clonk of your metal car frame on paving. I did that backing out of a friend’s driveway in Kentucky when I was in school at Murray State University. Just like at home, someone with a big truck and a chain is pulling the car out. The wait is not long and we are moving quickly.

Not like home, the military police with guns stop our car. One…

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12 Days of Christmas in Congo – Rwanda Shopping

Kristin King Author

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With hello food I am trying to figure out if they deliver bourbon coffee or coffee as well as bourbon–and are those really the top items to put on your business banner?

I am always on the look out for hats to put in my FB album of them. These gi-normous sieves caught my fancy.

Jaime and I had to try the bubble gum flavored milk. As expected…it was not stellar.

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Kristin King is an author, publisher and president of non-profit Future Hope Africa. She is spending what she calls the “12 Days of Christmas in Congo” visiting the educational mission.

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12 Days of Christmas in Congo – Merry Mosquito Christmas

Kristin King Author

bedThere’s nothing like waking up on Christmas day to mosquito netting to remind you where you are and that your everyday dangers have changed. Of course, danger is part of every day life in America too. What fool hurtles down the road at 70 mph (okay..75) in a metal box?

Oh yeah, that would be me.

While I don’t like getting stung by a bee, I am not allergic (and the silver lining is that my mild outdoor allergies will be better for a season after a sting). Bugs do not usually inspire my caution. In the heart of Africa, matters are different.

Those who live here may have malaria regularly and recover and build antibodies to fight the disease born by mosquitos. Folks like me, who have never had the disease or any resistance built, are more likely to become gravely ill. Some people, indigenous and otherwise, die from…

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12 Days of Christmas in Congo – Approachable Me

Kristin King Author

inside airportYears ago, I was traveling with my husband and an old Army buddy in Prague when a man approached me asking for directions. I tried to help with my map, at least get him headed in the right direction. My husband and his friend laughed afterwards at the way they both braced themselves, watching for a pick pocket maneuver or such.

In Antwerp when I went to get my Congolese Visa, a man approached me at the parking meter. I’d forgotten that I was in Belgium rather than the Netherlands and wasn’t sure my bank card would even work at the meter. The meter took change though, and I was relieved to get my parking pass. There was a printed pass already in there, though, which was very odd. Why would someone pay and leave the ticket? Then the man was asking me how to do the meter, and I figured…

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