Remember the innocent, young, damsel in distress I wrote about yesterday?
Yeah, at this point she’s a bum. (Albeit, perhaps a temporary one, because according to her story, she’s given away all her money– that’s why she needed us to send her money via mpesa to help pay her trip here, etc….) (Keep in mind, this view point could change in the near future).
She arrived at 4 this morning in our town by bus from the other side of the country. I was up by 2 am in mental preparation. Since coming, I fed her breakfast, then we bought her ‘second breakfast’ which consisted of a cheeseburger and drink. And now she’s already ‘enjoying’ the GOOD stuff (ie. American treats we save for ourselves since we won’t ever be returning).
It’s funny how selfish we can be. I mean, by lunch time, when this gal asked, “Is there anything good I can drink in your refrigerator…?” I was thinking, help yourself to some water. It’s free. (We have had a bit of a dry spell in the donation department, so food, sodas, etc.. have all been ‘efficient’ in nature, like beans & rice kind of meals. So we haven’t been drinking a lot of sodas lately, and since we received some money today, we were glad to finally buy a handful, but they aren’t enough for everyone…)
After passing over the diet pepsi my husband bought for HIMSELF, our new ‘friend’ spotted the root beer, purposefully hidden in the cheese drawer. “Oh!!” She squeals in giddy elation, “A Root Beer!”
My husband bought ONE root beer.
Why? Because ONE can is almost $3 bucks. It’s something that we RARELY see in this town, so when it’s there we sometimes snatch one just for the joy and memories the taste brings. We are very protective of that one can of soda. It’s like a piece of gold tucked away in our refrigerator awaiting just the right moment to be enjoyed by us…
“Hands off THE root beer!” I thought. Fortunately, my husband intervened and encouraged her to drink something else as I proceed to mention that it’s a $3 can of soda.
“She’s cheap.” my husband jabs at me.
In fact, he’s jabbed me several times today with that sentence.
I am NOT cheap. I am frugal. I try to economize by making things I can make myself such as mayonnaise, toothpaste, deodorant, bread, etc… I consider that every dollar is a donated dollar, and I am very grateful.
Anyway, after watching my visitor reach for my bag of tortilla chips, (another RARE find in Africa) my skin began to crawl. “Oh, I feel like I’m in America!!” she rejoices as she munches away.
“But you’re NOT. Which means I can’t get those things easily here! So give them back!” my mind THINKS. See, my mind is thinking lots of sweet things today. Thank God for self control.
I’m sure things will change in time, but so far, day one has been a challenge for me. Perhaps it’s my lack of sleep???
I’m so glad no one reads this blog.