Approaching three months here in Egbe Katie and I have started to fall into our routine. A routine lacking in many aspects of the word, but a routine none the less. My role on the missionary team has become more defined in the past few months, but some days this too lacks in concrete regimen.
My official title is Hospital Equipment Manager, allowing my day to be filled with an array of task. Overseeing the hospitals Central Supply Room and major medical equipment (beds, traction beds, ultrasound, x-ray, etc.) are my main task. I work to keep all organized, stocked, and working. Ready to support our medical staffs needs. Since, the newly revitalized hospital, opened for operations just prior to our arrival I have also had the opportunity to unwrap and distribute much of the NEW medical equipment and furniture shipped from the states. Most recently the brand new x-ray system! However, each day here is new and different, and I have found myself doing many other random and odd jobs. As I walk from point A to point B in the hospital I am often re routed from my initial task several times! I don’t say this to complain, I find joy in the chaos, but it is the very nature of working in a hospital which is simultaneously being revitalized. I am constantly saying, “Okay, be right there but first one more thing.”
Although my job is chaotic, a few things of my day remain constant. Events I can count on daily include:
1. Waking up each morning to the sounds of a 12 volt fan in my ear, birds screeching, lizards on the roof, the local churches shouting, and workers greeting us through our windows with “e Kaaro sir” (good morning).
2. Breakfast, coffee and quiet time with Katie.
3. Devotion time with the hospital staff and/or the revitalization staff. A time everyday that we can focus on God, and grow in the Lord together. A time to quiet our flesh and open our minds and hearts to His word.
4. Duro, the lady who works in our home, greeting me each afternoon as we close out the day. She is quickly becoming like our grandmother, and we love talking and laughing with her as we end each day.
6. Rice and beans. Dinner most often, includes one of these items.
7. The support of my missionary family. We can be a dysfunctional family some days, but we love each other and are growing closer and closer as a group.
8. Having “OYINBO” (peeled skin/white person) yelled at me at least a half dozen times a day!
9. A visitor- the yoruba people love to greet you. We can always expect a knock on the door at some point during our day.
10. To be looked at like I am crazy. Whether it be I said something wrong in yoruba, yelled during a prayer because I thought it was done, dancing way off beat, or just got totally ripped off buying something, the people of Egbe like to laugh at me!