Oh dear! So I went to church to prepare food for the street kids today, but I was TIRED. So I'm sitting there sorting through the rice, separating the good grains from the bad (I'm not even joking) and Patrick asks me, 'Nicole, why aren't you talking to us today?' This is not good.
Then in the afternoon, I had to go through all the beads we had painted had decide which ones were good enough to be made into jewellery and which ones had to be chucked. I could have cried. We have spent weeks making these beads, often working in the pitch black, no electricity, rain pouring through the old tin roof. We have given of our very hearts and souls! I have lost cream trousers to purple paint, sacrificed sleep and turkey dinners, and my hands and arms are stained a murky green colour, perhaps forever.
It was actually really difficult to find the right balance of paint, thinner and varnish to give the beads a perfect colour, and even harder to mix the paint without filling it with air bubbles. I had no idea so much work went into this jewellery! But I have to keep reminding myself that it's our first time, and a learning process. Just think where we will be in a years time.
Later that day I had Swahili with Enoch. I found it hard to muster any enthusiasm, which I think he noticed, maybe because I started the lesson by telling him he had about half an hour before I lost interest and left. I need a holiday!
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