Somali Bantu Health Education Pic

Alive

Hello blogging world.  I realize I am not a frequent poster, but yes, I am still alive, just like all of our patients yesterday (even though some came in without a heartbeat, some with pitiful breathing, and others wounded by a chainsaw).  All alive. Good day.  Tiring day, but good day.

And this is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent.  John 17:3

The Sketchy Restaurant Search

Most of you reading this blog have heard about my friend Heather.  Well, she recently had a friend from Kansas move down here to the great city of Nashville.   Her name is Kierston.  Kierston and I have become friends and have embarked on a new and exciting quest to find the most shady and authentic restaurants in town. :D

(Kierston, Carly, and I outside the Hidden Habibi Café)

I love discovering the international parts of Nashville.  It’s like being able to travel to other places without spending any money on a plane ticket or taking time off work, lol.  Nashville is not only home to a lot of other well-known cultures, but many more lesser-known ones, as well, since it is a refugee settlement city.  The zip code down by my hospital has one of the most diverse populations in the multi-state area!

Anyway, the first place we went (here’s a picture I snapped during the day) was at night.  I have been salivating over this meat cooking every time I go to work!  This Mexican place had an amazing green sauce for their meat (which said “pollo,” but was not chicken…I honestly think the owner tried to tell us he was out of chicken and gave us something else, but since neither Kierston nor I speak Spanish, we didn’t figure that out till later :P).  The only English word in the joint was “yum,” but thankfully there were a lot of pictures of all the meats hanging up so we could have an idea what everything was.  Call me crazy, but I like being surrounded by people speaking another language.  I like even better when I know the language, but hey, it’s cool either way. ;)

Before our next adventure a couple weeks later, we stopped at the International Market before heading over there.  Carly was my beautiful model demonstrating to you all how the process of live animal to meat works…

While I am going to give them the benefit of the doubt and say that’s not “real” crack, I see no reason to eat the hearts or uteruses of animals.  Maybe this is just since taking Anatomy & Physiology, but really?  

The Hidden Habibi Café & Hookah Bar pictured at the top was SUCH a cultural experience as the man who owns it and “keeps it open from 11a-3a every day” wasn’t there when we arrived at 5pm.  We gave the locked-up, dark restaurant a call and it went straight to his cell and we found out that he was headed over.  I really think he came in just for us because it was over half an hour later when he arrived and the cooks didn’t get there for another couple hours (not that he let that stop him – he did just fine making some yummy falafel and hummus!).  It was funny because when he got there, the three of us ordered Dr. Pepper and he walked out the front door and across the street…and came back a few minutes later with a 6-pack of Dr. P!  There were a couple times throughout the night when certain members of our party had sword and knife scares, but we exited safe and happy before the nightlife even fully began.

We didn’t do hookah, for those of you who were wondering, because it’s bad for your lungs. :P

I did learn that “habibi” means “my love” in Arabic – just another word to add to my slowly-growing list! :o)

If anybody thinks of any good places you think we should try, feel free to let me know! :)

Somali Bantu Refugee Teaching

(pic from the web)

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve recently begun a health education project with a group of Somali Bantu refugee ladies here in the states.  It has been so good.  It’s stretched me and been entertaining.  The Bantu people were subjected to slavery in Somalia for several generations before this group fled to a refugee camp in Kenya when the war came.  They have seen a lot of hardship. 

I am focusing on the women for a couple main reasons.  The first is that it is more culturally appropriate for me to talk with women (the Bantu are primarily Islamic) and the second is that the women need teaching and fellowship!   Their husbands have gotten out and learned different things at their jobs and their children are learning in school, but most of these ladies can barely speak English and do not know how to read and write even in their own language.  They know very little about health.

The first week I gathered together in an apartment room with the five Bantu ladies that were brave enough to show up.  I peppered them with questions about their lives, culture, and health knowledge.  I told them a couple stories from the Bible that demonstrate how Jesus feels towards those who are sick and the “least” among us.  They do not believe Jesus is God, but merely a prophet as it says in the Qu’ran, but were intrigued by the stories.   About halfway through the story about Jesus welcoming the children instead of turning them away, my translator stopped translating and excitedly interjected, “What happened next?!”   We also measured their height and weight to see where on the chart they rate for diabetes risk, because diabetes is huge problem they have encountered in the years after moving to America.

This (second) week our population tripled!  It was a fun sort of craziness as the new elderly women who came believe it’s quite alright for them to interrupt at anytime, and people from another Somalia province came so my English was translated first into Maay-Maay and then to Kizigua so everyone could hear the lesson in their own language.  We also made everyone bleed!  Ha ha.  This week was on diabetes, so everyone got to get their fingers poked and their blood sugar checked if they wanted (and everyone wanted ;). 

Y’all can pray for wisdom for me as I continue to develop lessons for the next four weeks of class and build relationships with these ladies. 

In other life news, it looks like I will be able to finish school in December, praise the Lord!  I continue to love the days when I work in the ER.  I’ve had so many entertaining patients recently, but HIPPA says I don’t get to tell you those stories. ;)

“Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.  I thank my God, making mention of you always in my prayers, hearing of your love and faith which you have toward the Lord Jesus and toward all the saints...For we have great joy and consolation in your love, because the hearts of the saints have been refreshed by you...”  Philemon 3-7

A smile, a smile...

                                      

Oh my.  I can't believe it's been more than a month since I last posted!!!  Okay, maybe I can since the days seem to be flying by ridiculously fast.  That's what old (um, I mean, mature) people always used to say and now I'm saying it.  I think that makes me old (I mean, mature). :P

Anyway, life has been good.  Little life update, I am OVER halfway done with my year of school, praise the Lord, and still enjoying my time at work.  Spending time with friends this summer has been great and my family continues to bless me just by being themselves.  Last night we were laying on the driveway staring up at the sky watching for meteors and laughed so hard we cried.  A few minutes ago I turned to go up the stairs and my brother had been lurking, waiting to scare me.  It worked and I screamed like a little girl (in contrast to the maturity claim in my last paragraph).

One thing people ask me in the ER and other places is why I smile. Well, there are about a billion reasons any given day, but in general, I smile because Jesus Christ has taken me as His own. He brought me up our of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps (Ps. 40:2).  How blessed am I whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered (Ps. 32:1)!  Through God's abundant mercy He has given me a living hope and an incorruptible, undefiled inheritance reserved in heaven kept by His very own power...in this I rejoice even if grieved by various trials...Jesus Christ is coming back and even though I have not seen Him, I love Him.  Even though I do not see Him now, I rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory - my soul has been redeemed (I Pet. 1:3-9).  I don't force myself to smile, it just happens.  This joy from Him is my strength every day (Neh. 8:10b).

Now if you see me smiling, it may not be directly due to something this holy and revered.  A giggle from a child, a humorous statement from a patient, a co-worker helping me out, my dad mistaking a lightning bug for a shooting star - all these things make me smile throughout the day.  But, to those who ask me why I smile so much, let me assure you it is because of the grace of Jesus Christ.:)