(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.
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. ;)
5 comments:
YAY!!! So thankful that women have been able to come! I'll keep lifting you and them up together. You are wonderful.
Looking forward to hearing you here(on your blog) how those women would feel/react after you share them the stories of Mary Magdalene and the woman who anointed Jesus at Bethany (Matthew 26:6-13): Women are as equally important as men in the eyes of Jesus.
A Christian Malagasy reader.
Hevitra tsara, misaotra betsaka. :)
Hey Cara tell that HIPPA girl (or guy) not to be so selfish, hahaha, and let you share the stories. LOL
Tsy misy fisaorana.
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