onsdag 16. april 2008
But the "adventure" isn't over, coming home is a very vital part of a journey. Discovering that everything is the same at the same time as it isn't is kind of weird. Not to mention that a lot of the stories you want to tell falls to deaf ears.
It feels kind of good though. Understanding what people say and do is something not to be underrated. It's good to be home.
lørdag 29. mars 2008
So what's moving inside my head right now?
Ofcourse it's knowing that it's probably a very long time until I get here again, if ever. Leaving friends I probably won't see again for many years.
But cynical as it might be, the thought of going back home is very appealing..
Meeting all my friends again.
Understanding the culture I am in.
Understanding what people say.
Understanding what happens around me.
Catching up with Natalia (= my guitar)
Not bathing in sweat every time I go to bed.
Not having to be afraid of "behaving wrong"
Not to mention, to move on and apply what I've learned this year. About the previous post, I've decided to go to Trondheim. That's what I want, and if I do anything else I'll just end up thinking of how it would be in Trondheim..
I haven't told Vegard, and he's most probably going to kill me when he reads this, but who cares :)
torsdag 13. mars 2008
With less than one month left of my stay here, I'm forced to start considering what to do next year. The military is planning to call me in next march, which would effectively ruin two years of education, hence this isn't an option. Then I'm left with either civil service or to postpone the military service. I'm tempted to just postpone it and get started in Trondheim, as I have looked very much forward to that. But then the military might catch up with me and I'll be having to go to the service when I'm supposed to start working.
As for civil service, I've checked around a bit; the two main options as for now is either to take my civil service in NMS and go back here, as they actually need a geek down here(actually I'm writing this while installing Windows on a laptop belonging to the Norwegian School here).. Another option is Fredtun Folkehøyskole, who are searching for someone with IT knowledge, with tasks I think I would find pretty interesting. It also counts in their favor that their music teacher is noone less than Ole Børud, ex guitarist of Extol, a band whos entire discography I brought with me down here. Another thing is that they go to Kenya for one month..
Of course, both those options are options I'm not guaranteed, I'll have to apply and hope for the best. But for some reason I'm still most tempted to get started in with my studies inTrondheim, I kind of feel like settling again after travelling all over Africa..
Whoever thinks it's a privilege to be allowed to choose have never tried to actually choose between great options like this. It is a luxury problem, yes, but that doesn't make it any less of a problem.
Life was much easier when I didn't have a choice..
lørdag 8. mars 2008
But the perfect amount appeared; 5. I had prepared some theory in the beginning, at a quite basic level; "This is the mouse. It's what you use to control the pointer you can see on the screen". However, when we let them try the computers it was obvious I started at the right level; Some of them I had to persuade into touching the mouse, and when they finally did, it would take them about a minute to move the mouse where they wanted it.. And when I explained the marvellous trick of lifting up the mouse if it gets into a troublesome position, "ahaa!". I should have them play a shooting game or something, where the mAus is something you really have to master.. ;)
The day and age we're living in, even in Cameroon, I'd say basic knowledge of computers are very important skills. The people we had in our class were university level students, no doubt they'll need to know computing.
onsdag 27. februar 2008
Pray for Cameroon
During the last days there has been disturbances in Cameroons biggest city Douala, and the capital Yaounde. There has been political demonstrations, and some places the demonstrations have come out of control.
We who are missionaries here in the northern part of Cameroon don't notice any of the disturbances. It's almost a little strange that there's unrest in the capital while it's so quiet around us.
We're prepared that the phone-connection and Internet might get cut off in the entire country, which is quite common here during times of trouble. Since the news of the unrest probably will reach Norway it's important to say that we're feeling safe and we don't notice any of the disturbances.
If it should, which we do not expect it will, spread, we have a good deal with french authorities concerning protection and in worst case, evacuation.
We want to encourage you to pray for Cameroon. The minister of tourism who were at the opening of the church on Sunday said that "In Cameroon there lives 250 tribes in peace". Pray for it to stay that way.
and a lot of cameras
and a lot of stuff in french I didn't understand.
Even though I'm quite sure most of the Norwegians (me included) were bored to death in the end (it is limited how exciting sitting on a bench for 4 hours without understanding a word is), I never managed to make anyone admit it. They were in Africa, and in Africa everything is great, no matter how boring it is :).
During the week I spent a lot of time as poolguard, and I'm quite amazed how long those guys could stay in the water. When me and Vegard took our first bath the day after they left, Vegard spent about ten minutes complaining about how cold it was before he finally got in, but the norwegians could stay in for hours..
Since Vegard got ill for some days, I also got to go to Mballang twice. Mballang is a very idyllic place next to a lake. It was about one hour driving, but since we forgot the key the first time we(Helene, Gilbert and me) went we did it in half an hour the second time.. ;)
Our job there was to prepare some food, and entertain the kids as the grownups went for a prayer walk around the lake. So Helene took some of them on a boat-trip on the lake, and I played some games with them, and we were both very surprised when the parents came back and nothing wrong had happened.
The day after I had a similar trip with Eline, although no kids this time. This time I also went around the lake to collect trash. Luckily I brought my camera, because there were many great photos to take!
On our way back we got some action though; I was driving(my first time driving in Africa), and of COURSE we were stopped by the police. And of course he asked for my driving licence. And of course my driving licence were at Dang! We solved the situation by me and Eline not knowing French and our friend Gilbert talking us out of it.. I'll bring my licence next time.
On Sunday we opened the church in town, right next to the missionary station. This was much like opening the one at Dang, with both the norwegian choir and some local choirs.
During this service I also noticed how fascinated we Norwegians are by symbols. When they hung this cross at the wall, it happened to be right above the head of the governor of Ngaoundere. Instantly I heard behind me; «that's a strong symbolic action; a cross over Ngaoundere». My impression got even stronger when it was announced that during the communion, they had phone contact with a church in Molde to celebrate the communion at the exact same time..