This is another long post, but trust me, the journal entry that contain this adventure consists of many, many pages! I explained a few things in detail and hope you take the time to read the short stories with my pictures, it's only a small taste, but it's a taste.
Yet another, and one of the most interesting of our adventures during our stay in the north was the ancient village of Bardam. The previous missionary doctor in Koza performed an operation on the chief of Bardam at the hospital, then managed to find his village for a follow up visit to check on him. A positive relationship was formed and made it possible for us to visit the village.
This was the little mud hut for making billbill (millet beer). It sat beside the mud hut that held the grain, sort of a mini silo.
"When we were sitting on the rocks a thin little lady with less teeth than normal came to greet us. We were told she was the Chief's first wife, first of 9, but 8 are still alive and have produced 28 kids. She greeted us with honor by using both hands to shake our hands. She expressed her deep joy and honor, moving her hands and whole body to gesture and show emotion as her mouth moved but not a single verbal word was said. She knew that our words, verbal languages we use to communicate, were different and words would do no good. So, she used every other emotion showing feature she could, to express in some small way what was overflowing in her heart and mind." ...the message was conveyed, in silence.
"One little boy looked like he was standing funny, I realized his pants were 5 or more sizes too big and tied with a rope in attempt to make them suffice. But when I looked closer in a quick, casual glance I realized that his large pants were the least of his problems. His stomach was huge and round from malnutrition and there was something abnormal with his leg and hip which accentuated the problem of the large pants."