Surviving DRC for almost 1.5 years is really an achievement to be proud of. Every morning, during breakfast, Jamian and I will talked about how fucked up our sleep is. The annoying mosquitoes, the bed bugs and the power cuts in the middle of the night.
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| Jamian & I going through our morning routine |
I'm really in a bad mood because I haven't been sleeping well for the past week. As I'm writing this, the sound of the generator is roaring loudly and the emission of carbon monoxide is filling up my room.
I'm tired mentally and emotionally, but last night I stumbled upon this Instagram user and I read her blog and watched her YouTube videos. Man, that changed how I totally feel. She even inspired me to write this post. She wrote, " A blog (is) to document my life, not for any other purposes. I want to remember how I felt and how I dealt with each situation that life throws at me." This is exactly how I feel. She added, "Plus I have really terrible memory, I've forgotten most of my past memories until I started reading back. I've definitely came through a long way till I became who I am now. ;)"
I skipped church today. Last Sunday, one of the church member passed me a letter requesting for some funds to upgrade the church music instruments. Sometimes I feel I'm being taken advantage of, I know I have this #faithhopelove project at the back of my head but I don't see much progress/upgrade of the church building after contributing $1,000 to the church building fund.
This is a very grey area and I'm in a dilemma right now. I rather use that money to upgrade the church benches and cement the brown dirt floor in church. Or to even go feed the poor. I really don't know that to do anymore. I'm stucked!
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| Letter to me |
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| $1,750 worth of amps and speaker |
I really hate my job, I hate being an unethical accountant. Period. It feels like a prison here, barb wires around your house with armed guards 24/7. Life is super routine here as we are not encourage to go anywhere except house and office. I'm very hungry now, it's 4.00pm and lunch is still not ready.
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| Front part of our house |
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| Prison |
Despite all the negativity and complains, I thank God for this once in a life time experience, for sustaining me, for giving me comfort and strength.
2 comments:
Once again let me tell you that I was very glad to discover your blog.
Until about a year ago I knew very little about Maniema Province, or even about DR Congo. However due to a Facebook friend I got involved with an NGO based in Kalima.
Considering the local conditions it is not surprising that you are feeling depressed. You are doing what you can to help and judging by the smiles on some of the faces it is making them feel just a little bit more hopeful.
Please check my blog to read about the project in Kalima.
thanks betty =)
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