Strange Foods

One of the exciting things about a new country is the kinds of food that they eat. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean one will always like them. Rice is good, here with greens and meat or groundnut soup and meat. But ogali should be forgotten about! OK, I do eat it but not much. It is cassava mushed up and resembles almost hard playdough. Just not my cup of tea.

Everyone here drinks tea (Lipton brand) with as much sugar as I do. I am drinking silver tea myself, as caffeine is one the things I am avoiding.

We have finished a first round through Luther's Small Catechism and are starting now on the textbook I put together. The students are noticing that the English is a bit higher level than they are used. My accent throws them occasionally and when they roll their 'r's there are hilarious times when I have no idea what they are trying to say. I'm glad they are willing to speak up and laugh about it. They seem to be learning something and able to handle and build on the concepts we have covered.

The ground here is red clay, the bricks they use for buildings are red clay mixed with a water protector and then sundried. I don't want to introduce firing the bricks as there would soon be no trees anywhere around. I am told there is open land available to farm here so anyone who wants to invest in farmland (being farmed) has an opportunity to immigrate or at least to invest. For that matter there have several viable business proposals I have heard recently. I tell them all, "put together a business proposal on paper and I will show it to people." We'll see if anyone takes me up on it.