Patience

I was never any good at waiting. I still have trouble with waiting even now, however, since moving to Addis Ababa I have become the expert at waiting. Waiting for planes to arrive, waiting for luggage, waiting for people, waiting for employees to return, waiting for signatures, waiting for stamps, waiting for the container of aid, waiting, waiting, waiting…

So, as I type this, I am waiting again. Waiting for the Aunties and guards in Ambo to sign photos. These are not just any photos; they are photos of themselves that they have to sign for their ID cards for work…but still I wait. This one ‘doesn’t like her hair’, this one is ‘smiling funny’, this one ‘it too dark’. It’s a photo. We are not placing it on a billboard; we are using it for your ID that you will only ever show the authorities if they ask for it, which rarely happens.

So you would never know if I didn’t type this, BUT the blog was on hold whilst we packed the car and headed out to drive back from Ambo to Addis Ababa. I am finishing typing as we sit in torrential rain and hailstones… and yet again, we wait. We wait for the rain and hailstones to stop so we can drive again, as you cannot see more than 10metres in front of you, and on these roads, it’s better to wait.

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So, while I am waiting, I am dreaming of being home with my cuppa tea in hand and Ruby next to me on the couch, telling me about her day. However, instead I wait and thankfully, I am now the expert at waiting, but please don’t test me when we meet!

Unfortunately, we got home too late to share my cuppa tea and to chat with Ruby, but I did get to give her a quick cuddle before she fell asleep on me!

 

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Thanks

I am sitting on my couch watching the E! Network and blogging in Ethiopia…surreal!

What a time since last I blogged….

Keeping 13 year olds with their babies, taking fistula patients to Addis Ababa, meeting some amazing people, and catching up with some old friends.

So what else has been happening…I am driving to Ambo 2-3 times a week (5-6 hours drive in a day), meeting with government bodies, police and families. I never know what my day is going to bring and I think this is one of the most exciting things about my work here. I wake up and think “oh, nothing on today, so Ruby and I will have a PJ day.” THEN I get a phone call and the day goes from nothing to WOW in 10 seconds. BUT I am always grateful…grateful for new friends, grateful for old friends, and grateful for readers of this blog.

The police station in Ambo has this amazing room that has four beds in it for women who are escaping a violent situation. We managed to raise some money and buy new mattresses, pillows, sheets and blankets for them. The Inspector in charge of this is an amazing woman; she speaks a little English and I speak a little Amharic, but we have this great friendship that is real and really no BS (can I say BS in a blog?) She shows me the reality of life in Ambo and I show her how we can try and help. And when I say “we,” I mean, “you and me” help. “We” can help with material things, “We” can help with emotional support, “We” can help with just basic needs.

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So, while this blog is an update, it is also a continual THANKS to all of you for your emotional support of me, financial support of the NGO, and the emails and messages of encouragement that always arrive when they are needed the most.

Time for a cuppa tea I think!