Here I am thinking of our fall activities, missing the changing of seasons and the warm colours of a Canadian autumn. One of my most precious nature memories is of Roger and I’s trip across Canada. We drove through Quebec when the maple and poplar were brilliantly displayed in crimson colour. It was breathtaking and since then fall does not disappear without a longing to return to the countryside of Quebec. For us this year, the only reminder of autumn was the changing and welcoming of a more ‘set’ schedule, new activities, and getting the house set for the ‘school’ year.

This fall has brought the anniversary of a year living abroad! Amazing to know we have been gone one year. We continue to treasure this opportunity of seeing and experiencing so many parts of this alluring world. Roger and I have just completed watching a documentary series by the BBC called Planet Earth, no movie has ever moved Roger and I such as this one. To see and understand the beautiful and delicate nature of this grand world. Who could not worship such a creative and magnificent creator? We were both in awe of this world and so blessed to be able to see some of the different continents, to see Gods hand of beauty all over. The more we see the smaller we feel!

The true treasures of living abroad for Roger and I has been the time we can spend with are lovely little family. We both delight in being each other’s love and watching and caring for our girls. This fall has been full of growth for the girls. What wonder children are! It never seizes to amaze me a child’s ability to learn, understand and grasp concepts. Marion continues to love to learn, she is always pursuing or studying something of interest. We have re-started our little mommy and Marion learning times! We both love this time together. Roger and I had so much fun preparing some learning activities to use over the next year. Marion loves her custom-made numbers, calendar, seasons, ect, ect. Marion asks every day if we can do school. I have continued to ‘pace’ Marion, as I am a believer in children having ample amount of play/free time, room to imagine, create and explore. A place to learn and discover on their own without a book or adult to interrupt their forming thoughts! Though for you who have asked about her learning to read….yes she is reading and as she says “FINALLY”! Marion is also becoming a wonderful swimmer. She has two swimming lessons a week and two ballet lessons a week, all right here in the compound so no dreaded driving! Marion has blossomed into a wonderful helper. She seems to have my Dad’s skill for lines and organization. I can easily leave her to organize her toys or the shoe cupboard; I am always pleased with the results. The other day I went into the kitchen and was greeted with a very cheerful Marion cleaning my fridge, she said to me “mommy I heard you say you needed the fridge cleaned.” Singing the whole time she washed it out then put everything nicely back! After we un-packed our things from Canada I took a few minutes a day and showed Marion how to put her toys away properly and tidy up each room of the house. I can now ask her to go and tidy any given room and yep she does it wonderfully! She is also a great help in the kitchen! I get her to roll the dough of the bread into loaves, which she does with great care and accuracy. She loves making Daddy special buns made out of her cookie cutters. She helps with the dishes and loves folding the laundry! It is so much fun having a little helper around!

Davina is always in with the activity! Davina is now talking, a lot! Her voice is so wonderful! It is comical to hear and watch her; she is a ‘lengthy’ talker with some understandable words and some gibberish. But to Davina it is all very real and she demands us all to take her serious, with no interrupting her! I know she is meaning to communicate something because she will be ever so dramatic with changing emotions…quite the scene! We daily get a laugh out of her wild tales! She has also picked up being a patrol! She takes this new-found role very seriously. When we pray before a meal we have always folded our hands and close our eyes. Well Davina has picked up this order and now before the prayer she scopes us all out and then during the prayer she keeps one eye open and if one of us so much as blinks we get an stern ‘mommy’ or ‘Marion’ with quite the look from Davina! It is so funny to watch this wee little thing so attentive and serious…We have put a curb on Davina in this area, as she was becoming quite the little bossy even directing Roger and I! She is very funny but she is also very sweet she loves to be in my or Rogers arms and is our cuddle baby. I cannot believe how many times a day Davina will run up to me a throw her arms around me and give me a kiss…who can put a price tag on that?

Our girls fill our hearts daily with the purest of joy. We are so amazed that God would gift us with these wonders of his heart. To me parenting is always wonderful, even when I have to put Davina in her crib for the millionth time out of that day! Every time I am challenged by parenting God quickly reminds me of how he is parenting me, always a humbling thought! I am glad God says LOVE NEVER FAILS!

Roger daily steals my heart, what a beautiful love I get to experience! Most days I float through my home joyous with my privilege to love Roger and care for our little ladies! Could God fill my life any fuller? Roger looks so handsome as he heads of to work every morning. His good looks is not the only reason he was hired, hahah! Roger is thriving in his new job, completing projects above and beyond the set goals. Getting things done and gaining additional responsibilities. Then when he returns home he is inundated with ruffles and lace, pink and dolls and little voices pleading him to be the heroic prince rescuing his girls. The girls and I are very blessed to have such a man watching over us, loving us and truly been are hero.

I love being devoted to my family. I have enjoyed this fall being creative in my home, making life rich for my children, teaching, working in the community and preparing all my raw food, captivating my husband and seeking my God. I have worked this fall on filling each day with beauty, looking for ways to add sparkle, laughter and joy to our home. I have wanted to be the face of God to my children in ever moment.
Life is never easy and living here in Africa lets me see every day the darker sides of this world. When I look out my window or into the face of an orphan I am reminded of what a grand life I get to live. I want not only to make my girls (and Rogers) day good; I want their days to be rich with wonder and delight! A real excitement for me this fall was finding a book series I have been on the hunt for since I was thirteen! It is a children story series written about a community of country mice. I had seen one of these books in a library when I was a teen, not taking note of the author or title of the book. For years I have kept my eyes open in search of this book buying anything that seemed similar…many times through the years I have thought I found it only to be disappointed. WELL I was reading a reading blog and the feature book was THE BRAMBLY HEDGE SERIES. My heart was racing (as only a book lover would know) as I read the review! This was it! I had finally found the long desired book, BUT wait it was not a lone book but a series! Could it get any better? Roger, such a dear, searched for days on line from e-bay to rare bookstores…we managed to buy seven of the eleven books. We continue our search for the rest. It was a long few weeks as I awaited my dear books to arrive….they came one by one like dear friends from afar, each one welcomed with love into my library. We all had fun feasting on the pictures allowing our imaginations to be perked!

We have had to face some of the obstacles of living so very far away. It does take a toll being so reliant on other people. It is not always easy having to need someone for every little job, from driving to getting cooking gas. It requires a great amount of patience (something I lack)! We live in a very different culture then North America and time is the most obvious difference, now is never now, and soon is elusive! (a favourite saying here is “any time from now!”.) One example is that we have been without consistent power on the compound for a few weeks. And though the problem is being ‘worked on’ the baffled look on the faces of the maintenance team at all the white peoples furry, speaks for its self! This has been a giant challenge for my to stay peaceful and self controlled (and cool)! As there is nothing to do for long in the house without electricity! I have had some awful moments of ‘cabin fever’!

We also had to see my sister Katherine and her wonderful man Josh married through pictures! It was such a hard weekend. I was so emotional. Some other difficult things were going on that weekend and then to know I was missing such an amazing moment in Katherine’s life along with knowing all my family was together in Radium B.C I cried the whole weekend.

We did our own celebration of sorts. The girls put on the same dresses that were used for the flower girls in Radium; I curled Marion’s hair. Roger and I got all dressed up and we went to the nicest restaurant. Ate some cake, I cried and we took some photos. It at least kept me busy! For all that I have seen of the wedding it looked amazing and everyone loved it. Katherine looked so lovely and what a guy she found; now I have six brothers GOSH! Less then two weeks after Katherine’s wedding my Mom was rushed to the hospital and was quickly receiving surgery. The operation took two hours longer then expected and waiting by the phone through that time made me feel horribly far. My mom is recovering wonderfully and is miraculously resting! I know also in the next few weeks we will be blessed with two new nephews. Katherine and Shannon are both due with boys! Roger and I have never been away from our families through anything important it was difficult and awfully lonely. It is through these times I must remember God called us away…….

I will have to find ways to keep my self from going crazy during those times!

We are excited as we are heading off to Italy in a few weeks. We are meeting Roger’s parents at a villa in Tuscany. And we are thrilled to be able to see and spend time with them! Maybe some of the homesickness will leave when I can see their faces!

We are ever missing you all and pray daily for are beloved country Canada, are treasured family and dear friends.


All dressed up for a Nigerian celebration. Like my hair peice Katherine?


Keeping it cool!


Concentrating on tying my shoes.


Monkey!?


Some loving.....


and more


and more


Keeping up with baby sis!


Marion was proud of taking this photo of Mommy.


Please, this shade of green looks great on me Mom!


Check out my tummy art, I did it myself and these boots are the icicng on the cake!


Marion talking to Daddy while he was away on buisness. Is that not the face of a little girl in love?


Marion working on her school...I mean having fun learning her numbers!


Does beauty come more perfect then this?


Does lovely come more perfect then this?


Does sweetness come more perfect then this?


Happy to have Daddy home....hard to be away from someone so handsom!


All my loves!


Davina so cute in pok-a-dots.


Sitting prety.


Our girls!


At the park.






See Davina swinging....her favorite thing to do at the park.




Celebrating Katherine and Josh's marriage.


My date and some cute little flower girls!


The girls playing laundry.


Marions (horizontal) sleep over in Mommys bed while daddy was away....



Bath....


Bubbles.....


And blue eyes!


African braids.


Mommy 'I cleaned the fridge!'


Raw sunflower-mango cake.


Davina helping her self to mango ice-cream.


Raw mango ice-cream. Yummmy


SPROUTS!


Raw chocolate un-cheese cake and avacodo chocolate pudding.


Raw happiness.


The girls favorite lunch.


Raw pizza. My Friday night treat.


Raw hot sauce.


My Brambly Hedge books!

I have known over the last months the need for me to write this post about my experiences among the poor of Nigeria. I must admit my own fears on writing my thoughts; a written thought on any given topic seems so final. Please understand that all I have to write about is still very much changing me. Before I started on this world adventure I was very sure of my self, my answers and my God. Call it the ignorance of youth or the arrogance of my heart. I come before you today a person who has lost all sort of certainty; the tears have not left the corners of my heart. I am no closer to any answers about life, freedom, home, and religion.

Nigeria has had a way of exposing my weaknesses, tearing my pride from me. Even my strengths seem too small to make a difference. I have been helping in a very modest way at a motherless babies home three or so times a week.

It is named IFE Aloua. It is a small rundown building with the heartbeat of God pulsing through its rooms. Not a corner of the building or land is wasted. Every inch of the place is used to serve the needy. Every week I find out something more Mama Teresa (the founder) is involved with.

A maternity clinic is run on the bottom floor, thirty to fifty women are seen and cared for in a week. On average the midwives and nurse’s deliver ten to fifteen babies a week. This a very humble three-room clinic, un-painted concrete floors and walls, make shift wooden seating, two small birthing rooms with only a sheet for a door. Very humble. The second floor is being renovated into a surgical and recovery room, to offer C-sections. The third floor is Mama's home and the babies room. Two nurses care for the babies each week. There are two sets of nurses one team works two weeks a month the following works the other two weeks. In the back yard is a small shed type building that is a school for over one hundred and twenty children. Mama asks the families if they can, to pay for tuition. For a month it is two thousand naira, that is less then twenty dollars Canadian.

Mama shared with me that less then half of the families bring tuition. Mama is ok with that, she simply will go without. She allso gives home and food to women who have nowhere else to go, many are pregnant and have other children. Just last week I was cuddling a sweet little baby while having a visit with Mama. When a young women, in full pregnancy and toddler girl came in. She and Mama conversed in Nigerian for a long while. Mama then gave this lady one thousand naira (about ten Canadian dollars) and a pot to cook with, then ordered some one to bring this lady and child to the 'apartment'. After that lady had left, Mama, explained that women will come to her when they have nowhere else to live, Mama then says they must go to the courts and swear they have no one else to turn to. After this step Mama will take them in and give them a roof and one thousand naira a week (ten Canadian dollars) for food, she will also help them find work and if they come with children she gives them a spot in her school.

The story of the lady I had just met was; she was married and had her first daughter (the little girl, very beautiful, two and half years. Her and Marion played, she was wearing only an underpants and worn T-shirt, her eyes were bright she was a very captivating little girl) shortly after the birth of her daughter her husband left to fish, she never heard from him in over a year. She thought he had left for good, un-sure about her or her daughter’s future, hungry and with out money she found another man and became pregnant again. Her first husband found out about this and returned casting her from him, her new man also appalled at been fooled into believing she was a free women also scorned and left her. She is now abandoned by both. She has told Mama she will leave her baby at birth, as for the toddler she will try to find a way. If she is un-able the little girl will also be left. As I drove home I was faced with so many questions, the loudest being WHY? And WHAT can I do? The following visit I gathered some close from Marion's closet, shoes, underwear, a toothbrush, some books, puzzles, crayons and such. Like any four-year-old Marion was a bit resistive to giving her things away. I asked Marion to remember the little girl she had played with, I asked Marion to remember what she was wearing. "Underwear" Marion replied. I then asked Marion what if when Mommy say's go play all you had to play with was these few books and colours, no dolls, no little kitchen, no books? What if when Mommy said go get dressed all you had was a worn T-shirt and underwear, no dresses, no shoes nothing, and Marion what if you did not have a Daddy? Marion's eyes filled with tears Mommy I would be sad, I said yes Marion that is why we need to share our beautiful things with that girl, Marion ran off and returned with a arm full toys and her favourite pink dress! She can have these! Yes I thought she can have these!

What I love is going and cuddling the babies. Sitting on a small stool holding lovely little babies. Let me tell you some of their stories. On one morning I was compelled to go alone to the orphanage (I always take the girls) upon arrival I found that one of the nurses had to leave, so it was a lone nurse in care of half dozen infants! Glad to be of help I got to work. Then Victoria (the nurse) calls for me from the bathroom. As I entered she handed me some gloves and seriously says 'I need your help' at that my eye caught some movement from a black garbage bag shoved inside a box. There tucked in the bag was a newborn baby.

Victoria explains the garbage men just brought the baby in. She says we must be very careful because we do not know if he has AIDS. He was still covered in the blood and mucus from his birth, as we uncovered him we found the umbilical cord was never cleaned and infection was setting in, this let us know he was a few days old. We bathed him three times over to get the germs off, soap in eyes, mouth and ears. Victoria was cautious not to get too close to him until we saw if he had AIDS. She also explained we need to wash him all over because his bag was covered in rat fesies. Finally he was cleaned and passed to me, I held him close. Kissed him. Named him Daniel. Told him I loved him. Found him the cutest outfit I could among the small pile of clothing available, wrapped him in the softest blanket and fed him. As I was feeding him, he started vomiting, this awful bright yellow vomit, I called Victoria, "what is happening!". She said it was poison! A common thing for an abandoned baby, to speed up death! For the next hour I forced him to vomit, until no poison came out. After all that, I re-bathed and dressed him, wrapped and fed him. I then rocked him to sleep, leaving him to his crib and in the hands of God. As I was leaving Mama told me he did not have AIDS! Wonderful! He will have a future!

The next morning I was their to check up on him early. My focus was on him, and it was not till after I had a good cuddle with Daniel I realised another baby, Elizabeth was struggling to breathe. I asked what was wrong? Victoria said the baby had been sick all night. Victoria seemed to be working with baby Elizabeth so I left it. Twenty minutes later I put Daniel down and went to check on Elizabeth, shocked to see her fighting for every breath. "What is wrong with this baby," I asked again. "She is lactose intolerant," Victoria told me. Puzzled at her answer I kept questioning the nurse; I was growing more concerned with time as I could see this was clearly not 'lactose intolerance'. "This baby needs to see a Doctor right now", I said maybe too gently. After some urging Victoria brought her to see the doctor who was visiting the clinic that very morning, great I thought! The Doctor said that the baby needed to go to the hospital! Ofcourse I thought! Elizabeth is in my arms this whole time and it is a very eerie feeling life leaving a newborn. I can feel her body dying in the folds of my embrace. With the doctors orders in hand I thought the nurses would move fast but nothing goes fast here, they were also going to walk to the hospital which was a days walk away! Certainly not! I said my driver will drive you! Elizabeth was fading fast! I know talked a bit sharp but my heart was racing, a baby was dying in my arms. I spoke sternly and said you have five minutes to get in the car or I am taking this baby on my own! At that I walked down to the car and sat there till the nurses came five minutes later. I needed to be dropped off at home as I am not allowed to go to that part of town without security. It was awful saying goodbye to Elizabeth. I knew her life was at its end.

I returned home to my healthy daughters, listening to Vivaldi, reading, learning, living! Why, why am I the mother who can offer her children every possibility, why am I not like many young African mothers whose cries to God, any god, for food, for hope, for breath for her child. And in desperation would leave her children so they could live and then I get to hold their babies in their first and final moments on this earth. That night Elizabeth died from assumption an infection in the intestines that spreads to the lungs. Her death made me face to face with the creator of this earth. Who is this God who screams love and hope and beauty at us, why was Elizabeth’s life a faint moment of time, her life on earth is remembered only by a few pictures I have stored on my desktop! Was she born so I could hold her in death? Did God born her to throw me into his rapids? I have always loved God, but I have never really wanted to know him enough to ask the questions that shake everything that seems fare.

A fellow compound neighbour said that after awhile the need here in Africa blurs and you can settle back to 'normal living'. For half a second I was tempted with relief, but should I try to escape the realities of a hungry world? Should I try to flee something that challenges everything that I know and have excepted as okay. Do I want to run from the very thing that is leading me to my creator, my saviour, my God? Questioning my humble existence has put a burning need to hear from God, teach me Lord to never turn a moment of my life into waist, for that moment, God, was yours to love others with.

In the weeks, months that have followed Elizabeth’s death, God has captured me in my pain, left me their to learn how to trust him and love others. He comforts he with the picture and words of his lullaby, he whispers to me that Elizabeth is in the safest place for her, the arms of her creator.

Every baby I hold, every mother I meet at the clinic, they have a story that grips and tears at my heart. A story, that leaves me with the wondering of my good fortune.
Just this week I got to hold and care for a premature baby, only three pounds. So little that if this baby was born in Canada it would be in ICU for months. I am privileged that I get to be involved in the lives of these babies, these people.
I know the Lord will catch my tears in a bottle, to hold weight for the sorrows of this world. May I cry for every baby, may my soul be heavy with the needs of my neighbours, may the privilege of my prosperity be returned to God, humbly and fully.

I do see the sorrows of life here in Africa but I have felt the joys, Daniel was adopted before his first month. He has a family, he does not have AIDS, he will live and I pray he will know love. Mama Teresa has a very good reputation and her babies get adopted fast. Among the mud, poverty and death there are glimmers of Christ through people who show love.

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Little Daniel's first day.




Victoria (the nurse) and Daniel




Children at the school.


Baby Blessing. Most babies come here as newborns, but Blessing was over a year. It usually takes longer for older babies to get adobted, but God found a family for Blessing in a few weeks.


Baby Elizabeth.











The Lekki Market area where Ife Oluwa is located. This is reclaimed land so when it rains, it usually floods.




The neighborhood around Ife Oluwa


Ife Oluwa from the outside.




Front entrance to maternity clinic.


Marion gave some toys and clothes to this little girl.






Marion and Baby Felicia. A Nigerian family from America is coming to adobt Felicia.

Well here I am again writing of yet another home in our journey around this wonderful world. After nearly a year of living 'on the move' we are finally settled! Where ever I have lived throughout my life I have put effort into making it my own, a few things that have followed me on every move is, my books, my pictures, art, grapefruit spoons and my tea of the moment (which right now is rooibos with flower petals of rose, bachelor button and lavender). It has always brought me a lot of joy to make my home lovely for my family and me. I must admit as the information coming in from Africa on what our house would be like worried me. I am usually up to a challenge but after living four years in our wonderful home in Calgary I was not looking forward to living in a fifteen year old flat. But I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived and saw how large, bright and well laid out it was.

The entrance of the house opens into the main living space which holds the living room, dinning room, and our computer area. This area has large windows all around and lets in a lovely amount of light. The main windows of the house are facing the courtyard of the compound. The compound is about three acres and boasts of fifty trees or more. Our windows rest just above the treetops allowing us to have light all day but we still see and hear the tree branches giving me the sight of nature all day! On my first morning in Africa the bright sun was lighting up my new home and a line from a favourite poem was brought to memory. 'A rose-flushed tender, a thrill, a quiver, When golden gleams to the tree-tops glide.' Jean Ingelow

A small toilet room is off on the left, right besides that is the door to the LARGE KITCHEN! What joy, working in a very small Asian kitchen last year only makes this kitchen feel more wonderful! It really is huge! The kitchen has large cupboard and counter space and a large island. I am able to have space to put my dehydrator, juicer, mixer/blender and sprouters. The kitchen window is over the sink looking out the back of our house to Nigeria..... always entertaining! Something I need, as we have no dishwasher. The laundry area is around a bend in the kitchen. This is very nice, as last year we had no laundry area in our flat. Beside the laundry area is a door that goes out onto the kitchen balcony. I have put a shelf there to grow my wheat grass. Off to the side of that is the pantry.

On the other side of the living area is a long hall, the girl’s rooms and their bathroom is on the right side and the master room and bathroom is on the left. At the end of the hall is the playroom. The nursery is a perfect size small and cosy, bright, sunny and sweet. The colours are wonderful in Davina's room. My Mom and I had sewn her bedding and accessories before she was born; I had fallen sweetly in love with this material long before I had become pregnant. When I found out I was having another lovely lady I picked up all the material they had left and lucky for Roger it was all on sale. My Mom added with every stitch creativity and it turned out splendid. Little did I know Davina's nursery would be relocated three times in her first years but her room has looked beautiful where ever we have landed. I think Davina's room is very suited to her.

Marion's room is large and wonderful for her play; she likes to set things up in scale and needs A LOT of space. Her antique bed (which my brother found in a dumpster and I refinished) came from Canada we have hung a bed net up for her as she was the only one getting bug bites during the night, it makes for a very fairytale sleep. The playroom is PINK and fun and right out of Ikea! It was fun putting this room together, with a extra curtain and some tools I turned a rather bulky unusable children desk into a fun hide out, which also is the 'garage' to the girls ride about cars. There is ample amount of bookshelves so a home for every book has been found with extra room for toys, crafts and such.

Roger and my room is beautiful. It is very bright. We have our own balcony and walk in closet. The highlight of our things from Canada was our bed ahhhhhhhhh what delight to be sleeping in my own bed!

This home has lots of outdoor balcony space and I have been very busy finding plants that I like and arranging them. Shopping for plants is an adventure in its own as there are no shops, just clusters of plants being sold on the sides of roads. It has taken some time to find the right plants for me as every vendor has different plants and often only one or two of the ones I want. I am done now and enjoying tending to them. I have found some wonderful artists who sell hand made garden pots. So my garden is special in it's own way with a touch of African art. I have found another roadside vendor who sells me cut flowers every week. Very tropical larger ginger plant flowers. The seller has come to know over the last few months the colours and types I prefer. He is a good business man as he has found my weakness to whites and reds and will have a few bundles of expensive ones around on the day I tend to come. (Just a note in the pictures of the main balcony it may seem as though my large plant in the corner is dying but really it is just shedding its leave due to transplanting it. When I went to purchase this tree there were two of the same type one was much smaller and I wanted the smaller knowing the roots would be younger and less likely to go through shock by being moved. But the gardener was sure that I did not know what I wanted and surely the white women would want the biggest and best! As hard as I tried to explain why I wanted the smaller he continued to argue that I did not know what I wanted! Finally I said I would take the larger! The seller was very pleased with himself confident he had sold me the best! Well all said I have a tree losing its leaves!)

The Compound is beautiful and very peaceful. For all the bustle and noise that goes on outside it is amazing how quiet it is in the courtyard. I love to sit under the canopy of the trees, listening to the birds watching the girls play at the park. It is amazing to see nature so different then in Canada but just as enticing. What a creative and generous God! To give us the gift of nature and beauty that spans the world from Canada to Africa!

There is one consistent thing in Africa and it is ANTS! Every day our little critter neighbours welcome themselves to the crumbs that fall to our floor and every morning we have a hunt! Marion’s favourite part of the morning is her job of killing the train of ants that are walking along my dinning room floor. After some time of researching natural ant killers Marion and I mixed up a concoction of all things ants hate.... It works so well I am thinking of patenting it, but I will let you in on the recipe just in case some African ants come to visit your home. For the base we used dish soap, and saltwater, we then added essential oils of clove (add the most drops of clove ants hate the smell), eucalyptus, tea tree, peppermint, and lavender, pour into spray bottle and go hunting. It smells wonderful. I have finally found a good use for coffee, to deter ants. I have added it to my indoor plants so the ants wont make home in the dirt I also added it to me wheat grass dirt, I think Roger is hoping the wheat grass will turn out tasting like coffee, might go down a bit smoother!

We have made a wonderful home here one that we love filled with our treasures and as Anne Shirley says, "provides scope for the imagination". I pray it will be a home that will be remembered fondly. I pray my family will grow in love for each other here in this home and that each of us will leave Africa sad to say good-bye.


Dining room


Living room



Kitchen


Kitchen


Kitchen/Laundry


Laundry and Rose's wheat grass station


Pantry


Girls Bathroom


Davina's room


Marion's room


Marion's bed


Playroom


Master bedroom


Master bedroom


Master bedroom balcony


Main balcony


Main balcony