Mid afternoon, I got a surprise visit from two of my former Prenatal moms, who were bringing their newborns to see me. What a fun reunion we had, and both kept thanking us that they had had good births with healthy babies!
The last patient was finally seen and leaving as the sun was low on the horizon. Pastor gave me the key to the clinic and told me to rearrange as I needed. I brought in the benches and put 3 together, put a foam mattress on them and then linens. I had my fold-out camp chair, so put it in the doorway to enjoy the early evening light. Across from me was a Fulani man bringing the herds of goats and sheep in from their wanderings to graze. They were lowing and bleating in soft tones. I could hear the laughter of Pastor's little girls playing in their family compound and mom was cooking. Every now and then mom would call out for one of them to help with a chore. All around me it was peaceful and comforting.
A bit later, Pastor, his wife and kids, all came up to the clinic to bring me my supper. He asked if they could all come in, because he wanted us to have a time of prayer all together. Little 8 yr. old Cilimiadi had brought me a bucket of water for washing up later. After finding a place to sit, Pastor asked me and his wife to pray, thanking the Lord for His help that day, for the food He provided, and for good rest that evening. After our prayer time, they shyly bid me good-night as I thanked them heartily for sharing their food with me. I washed up, and enjoyed the delicious meal.
(Supper of Cabbage Spaghetti with Chicken and Fried Bread -- Yummy!)
My two women health workers came alittle later so that we could plan the next day's Prenatal clinic. When we had covered that, they began talking of other things, asking questions. They wanted to know about my prayer journal, which led to a great discussion of scripture prayers.
After they left, I did a last wash-up, climbed in my bed and read until my rechargeable light went dead. As I lay in the dark room, with the moonlight streaming through the one open window, I remembered Pastor telling me that there were mice in the clinic. I kept waiting to hear the patter of running feet. I made sure my feet were covered with the blanket to protect against nibbles during the night!
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a lot of scratching noise begin from across the room. It just kept on going and sometimes getting louder. Now my imagination was going wild. Did I dare tiptoe over to that side and search? I got out my book light and went looking. As I drew closed to the pail of water, the scratching got louder and didn't run away. I aimed the light just oooover the rim of the bucket and there was the culprit! A big mouse (rat?) was swimming for his life and trying to climb up the sides. He just couldn't make it and was getting tired fast. Now I had a decision to make: Could I lay back down and listen to him until he drowned? or should I try and kill him myself? or should I try and get him out? I finally decided on the latter, unlocked the door, went over and with outstretched arms, I lifted the bucket with mouse and moved to the door. There I just flung the water out into the yard. The mouse hit the ground, and dazed, he stood, then shook himself all over and ran off! (Probably to come back and climb in my bed some night!) It was a bit harder to get to sleep after that, but, I must say, I slept soundly through the rest of the night. It was so quiet.
By the next afternoon, we had done check-ups on all our expectant moms, and it was time to head home. Half way back, I heard a flapping noise, looked in the sideview mirror and saw my back left tire flapping rubber! I slowed down and stopped. Here I was way out in the middle of nowhere with a shredded tire! Up pedaled some older Fulani men on their bikes. They saw me taking out the tire iron and jack and as I put the jack under the axel, they took over and began changing the tire for me. They were so kind and helpful and after I thanked them profusely, I was back on the road home. When I arrived, Gary was amazed to see the condition of the tire! Pretty bad!
So I think I've had enough adventures to last me for awhile now! I'll leave the "extreme" stuff to the younger generations! I can still have fun without "extreme"!