After dinner, I decide it's time to show these kids that a mzungu can play "football." As I walk over, I watch a young kid, maybe 7 or 8, playing goalie. His agility amazes me. He leaps into the air, catching balls and somehow always manages to land on his feet. I walk up and start playing, but all they want to do is kick the ball at me as hard as they can and hang all over me. Oh well, at least I got some exercise and they got a few good laughs.
As the sun begins to set, I think it's probably a good idea to throw on a little bug repellent. Can't be too stingy with that stuff though, so I practically bathe in it. By the time I'm done, I can't even see my hand in front of my face, so I grab my flashlight, head out to the living room and join in some conversation with a few other men. There is no electricity, just a flashlight of sorts to cut through the darkness. We talk about politics and religion for a few hours before everyone retires to their own houses. It's still only 8:30pm, so I step out the front door for a bit of fresh air and the view literally takes my breath away. I have seen lots of stars before, but never like this. Now I know what the Lord meant when he told Abraham his descendants would number more than the stars in the sky.
|The airstrip at Kama|
Then it's more talking about how Congo used to be under Belgian rule, and how it is now. We make our way inside after the bugs become unbearable, and it's off to bed. I'm greeted by an old friend, but I've lived in Africa for more than 6 months now...I just grab my boot and squash him (more than 1 year and I will invite him to share the covers). My mosquito net looks like a bunch of fishing line loosely woven together--it will keep the bats out, but not much else. I briefly think about putting more bug spray on as I pull the sheet up to my chin, then it's morning.