Two days ago, when our car broke down, it was then that I reached out to a good local friend here to ask if he could help with our move.
I realized— If it weren’t for the car breakdown, I somehow wouldn’t have thought of asking him.
That made my 8-yr old go, “Mama, every bad thing becomes a good thing when God’s in it, yeah?”
Doesn’t it? 🥹😭🥹😭
In Africa, houses don’t really have proper addresses. Or if they do, they often can’t be located using them.
So we often use stores, shacks, walls, trees, fields and other creative ways to describe how to get to where we live. (Not everyone can use a location pin.)
I thought that with a sign, I could try and tell people where I now live… but it looks like they’ve painted over it😅😅😅
