Monday, March 21, 2016

Sojourn to Madagascar - Part 15 - Morondava A - Friday




Lovers
We got up at 4:30 on Thursday morning, March 3and left home about 6:15 for Morondava. Our driver was Jocelyn (say “dzoosel”), a male if the name misleads you. He drove for almost 10 hours to get to Morondava 516 km (321 miles). That’s less than 35 miles per hour (55 kph) on a paved road. It has lots of potholes and a fair number of towns which often reduce the speed to that of a walking man.

We traveled with Edwin and Alphie Payet and their two delightful children Anne (“almost 9”) and Aldwyn aged 6. His name is a combination of his mother and father’s names. Both kids spoke excellent English and French.

Morondava is quite a small town. Coconut palms grew along the outskirts and the usual endless rows of small kiosk like store fronts lined the streets. Nothing resembling a grocery store like ShopRite in Antsirabe could we find. Lots of baobabs grew at odd intervals for the last 50 kilometers (30 miles) along the road. They are slenderer than their African cousins. They do resemble upside down trees with their branches underground and the stem and roots up in the air. Since it was the rainy season, they did have leaves and stringy red flowers on those “roots.”
Anne with a Baobab Flower
We drove directly to the Trecicogne Hotel. We chatted with the clerk and got an air conditioned room for ourselves. The A/C room cost an extra 10,000 Ariary (about $3 extra)--the best three dollars I’ve spent in years! They warned us that the electricity is turned off between 3 and 7 a.m. every night. So we brought a truck battery and a voltage inverter so Sylvia could sleep with the benefit of her C-PAP all night. It also meant that the A/C was off for roughly half the night.

On the first night I awoke about 4:18 a.m. feeling very warm. I kicked the blanket off. As consciousness slowly worked its way into my mind, I thought the A/C has gone off again!... Oh, that must be because the electricity has gone off… Oh… Yeah…Sylvia’s C-PAP isn’t running… Oh I need to connect her to the battery. I did. Then I opened all the windows. The other two nights I awoke when the electricity went off.

The windows have no screens. We slept under a mosquito net so the mosquitoes didn’t bother us. I was concerned that someone could easily and noiselessly climb into the room and steal us blind. Eventually I went back to sleep.

I woke up suddenly as I heard the door handle go down very slowly. I hopped out of bed, pulled on my pants and unlocked the door. When I peered out, it was half-daylight, and there stood little Aldwyn looking up at me with great big, wide-open eyes. “I’m looking for my mother!” His worried voice carried a note of panic in it. Tears were very close to the surface.
Aldwyn in a Baobab
I stood and talked with him for a while and tried to comfort him and assure him that his mother would be back very shortly. I invited him into our room.

“No!” and the panic was back in his voice, “I must go and find my mother.” He walked purposefully away. I grabbed a shirt and shoes and headed after him. By this time his mother and father had showed up. They had walked down to the shops for some supplies. They had told the kids where they were going (or at least they had told Anne). But Aldwyn hadn’t understood them.

Alphie chewed on the kid pretty hard. I told her that really she should compliment him. A kid needs to have someone he knows he can talk with when he feels in trouble or insecure. And we were definitely the right people in this place where none of us knew anyone. She didn’t see it my way. She was worried that he had disturbed us. I tried to point out that his feelings were very important …

The Trecicogne had Wi-Fi, but it was really bad at this point, so I sat out in the open air cafeteria and texted Elwood for an hour while Sylvia continued to sleep. The voice phone wouldn’t work at all. Elwood was really working to get my pool to the point that it wouldn’t cause us to get a big fine.
Allée des Baobabs
Finally we breakfasted and jumped into the SUV that Jocelyn had ready for us. In Madagascar when you rent a car, you also get a driver. I bought another 9 liters of water on our way out. After my experiences in Namibia and Mexico with drinking tainted water, I was taking no chances.

We headed northeast from Morondava along a secondary road. It was sand and mud with a lot of holes full of water in it. On our way back to the hotel, Anne counted the major holes where the SUV had to drive down into the water and then up the other side. She had me write down that she had counted 55 of these large holes—not counting the even worse holes we drove through on the 5 km stretch when we entered the Kirindy Forest Preserve. The SUV had four-wheel drive and high clearance. It definitely needed the clearance, but Jocelyn never used the 4WD.

About 10 km off of the National Road we entered the Allée des Baobabs. Edwin explained that in French allée means a garden road with roughly the same kind of scenery on both sides of it, nothing like alley in English.  There are upwards of 100 great baobabs on either side of the road. Two species of baobabs grow in this area. One has a smooth outer layer, and the other has a rough, flakey kind of scale as bark. The latter is the more common kind in the Kirindy park where our guide told us about them. We stopped at one tree, and the kids got to play around it. We found a number of small baobab trees, less than 6 feet (2m) high nearby. So they do continue to seed themselves. In shape, their leaves are not unlike those of marijuana.
The Payets Measure a Baobab, Sylvia Looks On
The road leading north is very rough in spots, and it took us several hours to reach Kirindy. The road going into the preserve is only passable by 4x4, high clearance vehicles. We drove into, through, and out of one vast pond after another. Our path looked like a great sine wave. Many of the puddles came almost to the headlights of the SUV. Each one had a center ridge that would have stranded a vehicle with lower clearance.

We got into park headquarters about one o’clock. With permission, the ladies set up lunch in a covered dining area, and we ate well. The air temperature was very close to 35°C (95°F) and humidity was close to 100%. Sylvia had brought a bunch of her cinnamon rolls, and they disappeared like magic. The guides felt we were better likely to see lemurs if we didn’t hurry into the forest too soon. It was nap time for lemurs as well as people.

As we wandered around the headquarters, we saw dozens of large lizards, mainly skinks and iguanas. The iguanas are called collared iguanas and are the smallest of the worldwide iguana family, about 15 inches (40cm) long. We found two hog-nosed snakes, each about four feet long (a little over a meter).
Swallowtails at Kirindy Headquarters
They let us use the restroom in one of the cabins. They insisted that I follow a guide to the cabin, stating that I might get lost. I laughed because we could see the cabins. But he insisted anyway and called a guide. She guided me around a stand of bamboo and to the cabin.

Later I needed the facility again, and this time I took a shorter route. It led right past a wooden structure that appeared to be a bed frame. There were carvings on each of the four corners of the bed. Two of the carvings, on opposite corners, were each carved out of a single rosewood log. They represented a woman sitting on a man’s lap in different poses. Both figures had extra large sexual organs and would be regarded as pornographic by some. Our guide book had commented on the very erotic figures carved on the tombs of this region of Mada. There are very prominent tombs found everywhere in Mada. Most are made of cement block or rocks. I assume that this bed frame illustrated that the erotic carvings exist on more than just tombs. I also assume that it was this bed frame that prompted the ranger to insist a guide lead me to the restroom. Edwin and Alphie told us that they have a lot of these in one of the state museums in Tana. We didn’t visit that museum.

At 2:30 we hiked into the forest. This forest is very dry, unlike the rainforest we had hiked in up in the highlands at Andasibe. Our guide, John, was very knowledgeable about both the fauna and flora of the forest. He claimed to be entirely self-taught. We walked steadily for an hour-and-a-half and saw nothing besides trees and a few, very few, birds and reptiles. Finally Aldwyn got so tired he was falling asleep on Edwin’s shoulders. Alphie took him back to camp and put him to sleep in the car. John walked her to a point where she could make it back to camp on her own before he returned to us. We kept walking in a large circle (or rather square). It was obvious that he expected the lemurs to be in this area.

Suddenly a lemur jumped across the trail about a hundred yards (meters) in front of us. There were four of five red-fronted brown lemurs in the group. Two of them were very tame. One sat in a fork in a tree just above Edwin’s head. He reached up and touched its tail. It didn’t like that but only moved a few feet higher up the tree.
Red-Fronted Brown Lemur at Kirindy
After leaving those lemurs, we came on a troop of four Verreaux’s sifakas. They are a genus of lemurs with long slender legs, body, and tail. These were white with a black face. They can easily jump from one tree, 15 or 20 feet (5 to 7 meters), hit a second tree, and immediately jump an equal distance to another tree and continue rapidly across the forest. They, too, stopped and surveyed us while we surveyed them. They showed no fear of us. When they tired of us, they took off as described above and were gone into the depths of the forest almost instantaneously.
Verreaux’s Sifaka Ready to Leap
We paid 25,000 Ariary ($8) each for entry to the park and another 20,000 Ariary ($6) for John, our guide. He was somewhat past middle age and spoke very reasonable English. The park gets very few visitors during the rainy season, so these guides get very little money for their effort. I think our group was the only one to come that day. There must have been at least a dozen people working at the headquarters. So our money didn’t go far.

We drove back through the Allée des Baobabs just after sunset. Sunrise and Sunset are regarded as the best time to view the baobabs here. The sky was very cloudy, but we did get some excellent colors and good pictures. I used my Nikon for most of this trip. It is supposed to be better than my Panasonic Lumix. But it doesn’t focus nearly as well as the Lumix. The Lumix takes the picture as I press the shutter release whereas the Nikon waits for almost a second. So I am very disappointed in it. The battery on my Lumix went flat, and I couldn’t find the replacements before I left home. I did find them when I got back—too late.

We went straight to bed when we got home, not even taking a bit of supper.  


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Saturday, March 12, 2016

Sojourn to Madagascar - Part 14 - Easter Lilies and Sad Dogs


Easter Lily
It is Easter season, and the volunteer Easter lilies are blooming all around us. There are not a lot of flowers now towards the end of the summer. So their gorgeous beauty is a welcome sight.

As I hurried to class on Tuesday afternoon about 4:00, it started to rain. The closer I got to class the harder it rained. Half a dozen students were in class waiting for me. The rest, another dozen or more, dripped in by ones and twos. I had a final exam review prepared using PowerPoint, and we started right in and finished just at 5:00. Outside the window it had been raining steadily. Now the rain picked up to resemble a cloudburst. The driving, heavy rain continued for the next hour. I sat in the classroom for that hour, not wanting to walk a kilometer home with my computer on my back in that downpour.

Several students were sitting around waiting for the rain to let up, too. A student, not from that class, whom I’ll call Marc, walked in. He spoke English much better than any students of my class. He asked if he could talk with me, and I readily agreed. I recognized immediately that he had an agenda but said nothing. I listened to him go on for twenty-five or thirty minutes and said nothing except just enough to keep him talking. Three other students pulled up chairs close to us, but Marc did all the talking. He thanked me for coming to Madagascar to teach them. He wished I would stay until the end of the year. Then he remarked about my going home and knowing a lot of people in America. He kept hinting that all these people would have plenty of money.

Marc pointed out how there were many students who had no money. Yes, there were scholarships available, but if a student had, by no fault of his own, failed a class, then he wasn’t eligible for the scholarship. He finally began to be specific about himself. If he failed a class, the university might require him to stay a fourth year. (A bachelor’s degree at U. A. Z. is a three year program, like the universities in Europe, rather than four years like in the U.S.) He felt that was eminently unfair, but he wanted a degree. I mentioned that he might look for a job and earn some money he needed. He parried by insisting there was nowhere that he could work. I suggested that he speak with the president or the treasurer or the dean or the man in charge of plant maintenance. He immediately indicated that there is money available, but that it came with conditions, with strings attached. He needed money with no conditions. I and the other students still listening to him laughed heartily, and I asked him if there was anybody on earth who would give money away free and with no strings attached.

His request that I could do something for him became more pointed. He was sure that I would like to see him finish his program and would be willing to talk to my friends to see if they could help him. He also was sure that I could help him.

I laughed sympathetically with him and said, “Let me tell you about my experience. I had no support in university, so I worked between 30 and 35 hours a week to pay my school fees. It took me five-and-a-half years to earn my bachelor’s degree because I had to work so much. I feel that my education was worth every effort I put into it. This is why I suggested that you earn your way through university.”

Marc was momentarily stunned. He had set a trap for himself and fallen right into it. True Malagasy style, this didn’t stop his talking. He went right on with all sorts of reasons that he thought would justify his receiving money. If there is anything I have learned while in Madagascar it is that no self-respecting person will say something in ten words if he can say it in a thousand. Just calling for the morning offering in church literally takes at least ten minutes.

By this time it was six o’clock. The downpour had settled back to a steady rain. A woman whom I hadn’t seen before stuck her head into the classroom and asked, in Malagasy, that we leave so she could lock up the building. The students with me told me what she had said. We were all ready for a change of venue and conversation. They headed on out to the highway and their rooms. I headed back up the kilometer long hill. I had a student walking with me who shared my umbrella for a couple hundred meters (yards).

As I write this the neighbors’ pretty little white terrier, Pato, [pronounced pa-too] is howling forlornly. My guess is that she probably weighs less than 10 pounds (4 kg). This is its standard behavior. Pato is confined to a tiny little box outside the back door. Short of feeding it once in a while, the neighbors ignore it completely. We are serenaded by poor Pato’s loneliness. There is no animal rights group to appeal to. Most dogs simply run loose. Most are so underfed that their ribs stick out and they are always hungry. Confining Pato is perhaps the only humane thing to do because some large dogs are severe bullies and appear to kill simply for the joy of killing.

I’ll call another neighbor’s dog Fido, since I don’t know his name. My guess is that Fido is closer to 100 lb (40 kg). People have asked his owner to restrain him, but he runs freely around the more than 400 ha (800 acres) of the campus.

When we arrived on campus in December, there was a female stray that would come by Pam’s hoping for a handout. Pam is a pushover, and Stray usually got something. She was obviously pregnant and very skinny. She had her puppies a few weeks ago. Since she didn’t have regular food, she became very gaunt. One day last week I came up to the kitchen to give the cook a receipt so we could eat lunch in the cafeteria. I saw Stray carrying a puppy around the side of the building and towards me. She lay the puppy down in the sunshine to try and get it a little warmer. She licked the fellow all over to clean him up. This was right between the kitchen door and farm produce door. Poor Stray was so gaunt it was a wonder she could even stand up. Who knows how much milk she was able to give the little fellow.
Stray Trying to Protect Her Puppy
The man from the farm came out and carried the puppy back to where it had been staying. Dogs are an essential part of the community but are despised and never treated as pets. Sylvia went around and found where they had put the pup. She came back to me crying her heart out. All of the other puppies had been killed, and this was the only one left. Pam heard about it, fetched Sylvia, and the two of them took the puppy with Stray following around next to Pam’s kitchen door and made them comfortable in a box that used to house turtles. [Sylvia wrote about the cats earlier. Both are now missing and assumed dead.] I took the picture of Stray protecting her last remaining puppy in the box.

While we were down at Morondava for the weekend, the Petersens heard a commotion outside their back door. Gideon went out and found Fido leaving having killed the last puppy. He didn’t eat it, nor does he need food. He just satisfied his bully streak. Stray was standing there, half Fido’s height and staring forlornly at what was her last little piece of joy in a harsh, uncaring world. It seems Fido still continues his reign of terror unhindered.

On Wednesday morning, March 9, I sent out my second issue of the FAMA Newsletter. I sent out 540 copies before the Internet bully, Google, stopped me without so much as an “excuse me.” I then published a copy on this blog site. As usual I sent out a notification on Facebook. Looking down my Facebook page briefly, I saw a picture of my brother’s niece Cindy’s family. They were holding their third little baby with everyone clustered around her. The baby had been in NICU for three-weeks with a defective heart and other troubles, and just hours before I got online, the baby finally gave up the struggle. Our last week here at UAZ has turned out to be a sad one.

This last week is also the time we give our final exams. The rest of the school gives theirs next week. Since we fly out of Tana on Monday, the day before our visa expires, we gave our exams early. I taught only oral English classes. So I spent from 5 to 10 minutes with each of 52 students. Each one made a one to two minute presentation telling me about either her family or her education to date. Some were good; most were interesting. And then there were those that went something like this:

“My fadder’s name is Ravaoharimiaina, and my mudder’s name is Razafimanana. I have two brudders and tree sisters. One brudder’s name is Mahatolimiairina and de udder brudder is Ninjananamaminy…” Unfortunately they mumble and murder each name, because they don’t usually pronounce the whole name. They might just use the first three syllables, or the middle two syllables, or some other concoction. Somehow a student in this group didn’t seem to make as good a grade as some of the others.

Most of the students come from “a small family wid 2 brudder and 1 sister.” “My family is not poor, but nieder are we rich.” They don’t have federal grants for education here, so the very poor cannot go to university. The nation is one of the poorest in the world, as are many former French colonies, like Haiti. In stark contrast, many of the former British colonies are very well off, like the U.S.A., Canada, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, Ghana, India, Hong Kong, Kenya, and the list goes on and on.
Taxi-Brousse, Motor Cycle, and Hand Drawn Carts
Many students’ parents came from larger families, so they had 12 uncles and 14 aunts. Most had parents who lived in the cities and towns and were teachers, lawyers, vendors, doctors, pastors, nurses, and the like. They came from all over Madagascar. As we’ve discovered personally, travel in Mada is very difficult and time consuming. To get to the university, students often travel for days and nights in over-crowded taxi-brousses. These are small busses designed to seat 8 to 12 people but crowded beyond belief with people, animals, and luggage. They sit in each other’s laps, on boards set between seats, and even hang out the back doors. Notice that in the picture the back door is ajar. The “conductor” stands there to pull people in as they try to board the taxi while it is still moving, as well as to collect the fare.

We ate our last meal in the cafeteria on Monday when both Sylvia and I were giving exams. I broke down and took a picture this time. The pile of rice in the center is scooped onto the tray by a large soup bowl. The rice is well cooked and free of all flavoring, including salt. The salad on the left is a sliced local squash and a piece of tomato. The relish at the top is what I used to call cow peas as a kid. The relish on the right is a mixture of local greens and potatoes. Both relishes are slightly over salted so that when they are combined with the rice, the combination is very palatable. They also serve a drink. This is usually the water used to soak out the burned part at the bottom of the pot where they cook the rice with some fruity flavor added. By the way, as a Malagasy you eat with the spoon and use the fork to push food onto your spoon.
Typical Cafeteria Meal
On Thursday, March 5, I completed my last duties at the university. At 7:30 in the morning I told the story of my conversion to Christianity. I have added my notes of what I planned to say at worship. I simplified what I said considerably because it was being translated into Malagasy, and the volunteer translator initially had a difficult time with what I was saying. Later that morning I emailed my grades and some of Sylvia’s grades into the registrar’s office. Finally at 4:00 p.m., I gave approximately three-quarters of an hour presentation on academic cheating and ways to minimize it to an academic policies committee. I noticed from their minutes that they had discussed several cases of cheating during their previous meeting. They also had me give the morning devotional to the Language Department on Monday morning. After those two devotionals, they’ll probably be happy to see me go.

Notes for my Thursday devotional:

My Christian Experience

I am a 4th generation Adventist. Great Uncle Joe was sent by Ellen White as a missionary to the freed slaves in the south part of the United States.

I attended Adventist schools from standard 1 through Andrews University. I learned a lot of Adventist faith, doctrines and way of life. I had been taught that we must live a perfect, sinless life now because in the Time of Trouble we will continue to live the same way without an intercessor.

I was taught that there is no sacrifice for someone who sins willfully.

I had sinned willfully more times than I could count. Therefore my teachers assured me that Christ’s sacrifice would not cleanse me and I was damned to eternal hell. I was very well versed in Scripture, and I knew they were quoting scripture correctly. I accepted that indeed I was damned to hell, and there was no alternative.

When I was 20 I attended Seminar Marienhöhe in Germany to learn German. I knew absolutely no German when we got there. And all I heard in the dorm, in the cafeteria, in church, and in the classroom was German, which I didn’t understand. In the process I became very depressed when I could understand nothing.

About a kilometer down the hill from the school was an American military base, and I walked down to it every Sunday morning and attended church on base just to hear English spoken. I joined their choir and made a number of very good friends. A Pentecostal soldier took special interest in me. When he learned with horror that I was an Adventist, he warned me strongly to get out of the Adventist church.

Always ready for a good argument, I enjoyed arguing with him. But my heart was not in it. After all, I wasn’t really an Adventist; I had been an Adventist, but I was now on a direct route to hellfire. He read me the texts about how the law was nailed to the cross. I had learned my lessons well and countered that the Ten Commandments were not included in that verse.

Every time I saw him, he would quote Romans 10: 9. If we confess with our mouth that Jesus Christ is Lord and if we believe in our heart that God raised him from the dead, we would be saved. He would keep telling me that my salvation had nothing to do with keeping the law. It had everything to do with believing that Jesus had died for me and that he had risen from the dead.

I searched my Bible carefully. It became more and more evident that this young soldier was 100% right and that the interpretation I had accepted was flawed. Finally I had to agree with him, and I accepted Christ and his sacrifice as the only way I could be saved. So I was baptized as an Adventist when I was 12 and became a Christian when I was 20! Those verses that had troubled me are true, but Christ’s grace saved me just as much as it saved David in his sin with Bathsheba.

For the next ten years I studied Adventism all over again. I read every book Ellen White had written. I read the Bible in several versions and several languages.

If you haven’t done it yet, I challenge you to study for yourself everything you can find about God’s grace and his marvelous, unbelievable love for you. I guarantee it will change your life, forever. Put aside everything you have learned about our doctrines and teachings and do what all the early Adventist pioneers did: study the Bible for yourself. Find out exactly what it says about faith, grace and, love. Every time before you open the Bible or Ellen White, quote James 1:5 in a prayer to God for wisdom, and He will give it to you. Your eternal happiness and very salvation depend only on your relationship to Christ.





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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

FAMA NEWSLETTER v10 n02



    
 FAMA NEWSLETTER
Volume 10    March , 2016   Number 2

A. Fellowship of Adventist Missionaries to Africa Get Together
1.  FAMA Meetings 2016
2.  Things to do now

B. Reports

C. We Remember
1.  Arthur Eugene Anderson
2.  Rose Stickle
3.  Dr. Robson Newbold

D. FAMA NL e-mail address:  wil.FAMA2016@gmail.com
       FAMA NL member’s e-addresses

E.  Registration Form for our Meetings in Fetcher, NC

* * * * *

A.   FAMA Matters.
1.    FAMA meetings, 2016.
      Details about our next FAMA reunion:

What:       Fellowship of Adventist Missionaries to Africa (FAMA) Biannual Reunion
Where:      The fellowship hall of the Fletcher SDA Church in Fletcher, North Carolina.
When:       June 2 – 5, 2016

Housing:
At Fletcher Academy, next to the church, there will be dorm rooms available in the boys’ dormitory. They have beds and mattresses in them but no towels or bedding. The cost is extremely nominal--and possibly free--for the FAMA event.
There are also many hotels/motels available in the nearby town of Henderson, NC. The manager of Mountain Inn and Suites-Airport gives a discount to people who have something to do with FAMA/Fletcher Academy. The cost will be around $80 to $90 per room with this discount. It includes a continental breakfast with waffles, cereal, boiled egg, yogurt, fruit, etc. We need to let the manager know by April how many rooms will be needed.
You can check at http://www.historichendersonville.org/ for other places to stay.
If you wish to camp or park an RV see http://www.historichendersonville.org/campgrounds_rv_parks.htm

Food: The cafeteria at Fletcher Academy serves three meals a day at very reasonable rates. We are planning a potluck lunch for Sabbath. Usually there is enough food left over after the potluck for supper, too.

Meetings and registration: Registration will start on Thursday afternoon about 3 o’clock in the church fellowship hall. There will be a welcome meeting on Thursday evening at 7:00 p.m. Several meetings are planned for Friday and Saturday yet leaving time to meet and visit with other missionaries. We will choose new FAMA officers at the Saturday evening meeting. Sunday morning there will be a brief worship and farewell meeting.

2.  Things to do now:
a.   Email us an estimate of your plans for being at our Meetings in Fetcher, NC
It is very urgent that we have an estimate of how many are coming in June. Please email Judy Harvey <brunju.harvey8@gmail.com> as soon as possible, before the beginning of April, and inform her of your plans to join us.
b.   Estimate which nights you will need a room in the dorm and how many beds you will need.
c.   Also estimate how many meals you will wish to eat in the academy cafeteria.
We realize that plans do change, but at least we will have ballpark numbers we can share with the academy. We have a registration form on the last page that you can print and mail.

c.   Invite and encourage other missionaries, former missionaries, and interested people to attend.
d.   If you know of a potential speaker, you or someone you’d like to hear, please contact Wil Clarke at wil.FAMA2016@gmail.com or at 951-231-5402 as soon as possible.( I will not have access to my phone until April 1, 2016.)
e.   Fletcher is situated in the beautiful Appalachian Mountains, so you may want to plan on spending an extra few days for a vacation there. For starters see the Hendersonville webpage (http://www.historichendersonville.org/) for suggestions of attractions and activities in the area.


B.  Reports
Please send any news or reports to wil.FAMA2016@gmail.com
We rely on your input for the FAMA Newsletter.

* * * * *
C.  We Remember
1.  Arthur Eugene Anderson
It is with sadness that I write to tell you of the passing of my father-in-law, Arthur Eugene Anderson.  He was 97 years old and died November 2, 2015.  He served in California, Alberta, Burma, Sri Lanka (Ceylon) and Ethiopia (1966 to 73).  He was an incredible man of God whose sole desire was to serve his Lord.  I know he will be really happy when he wakes up and sees Jesus.
If anyone wishes to contact his wife Lois, her address is 6100 Orr Springs Rd., Ukiah, California, 94582.
                                                                        Mary Lane Anderson < marylane@bigplanet.com>

2. Rose Stickle

Sorry, that Rose passed away.  What a legacy!!!   What a harvest for Jesus.  Amen and Amen.
                                                                       Jack Blanco < blanco@southern.edu>

It’s nice to see a newsletter again but sorry to hear about Rose’s death.  I was going to point out that the Carolina camp meeting is scheduled for May 29 to June 4.  My husband and I will be at camp meeting at Lake Junaluska near Waynesville, NC.  Unfortunately we will not be able to attend the full FAMA event because of the conflict with camp meeting.  Our pastor friend from DR Congo will be at campmeeting with us and much of the summer.  If you would like to hear about the Train Them 2 Fish ministry in DR Congo, we could spare time to attend and present what is happening in that country.*  For the past 3 years my husband and I have been involved with setting up this ministry, and it has grown so much.  In Bukavu in the South Kivu area, we became acquainted with Pastor Ongasa, the field president whose heart is in evangelism.  We went on a mission trip to this city after Pastor Ongasa planted some bible workers in 11 areas where there were no churches for worship.  We rented some very humble places for them to meet.  The first year 286 new souls were won to Christ and baptized, the 2nd year another mission trip was arranged, and about the same number of new believers were baptized, and now the total membership is greater than 1,000 (estimated).  The retention rate of the new believers, because of the bible workers and the Holy Spirit, is in the 90 percentile.  In 2014, we organized another mission trip to Kinshasa where the population is about 12 million, but we have only about 6,000 believers in that city.  Many people were baptized during that campaign.  (In 2015, there was no mission trip to DR Congo because we went to the GC session and had a booth for Train Them 2 Fish)

We left bible workers to continue their ministry in Bukavu, and this year, Pastor Ongasa moved to Kinshasa to be the Train Them 2 Fish administrator there.  There is a great need for that city.  Our ministry includes evangelism as high priority and helping the handicapped and others who are in need of learning a trade to learn to be self- sufficient: sewing, basket weaving, and we’ll be adding agriculture and school of evangelism and health courses and other vocational options as we extend this ministry.  34 acres of land were purchased in January 2016, and now we look forward to seeing buildings to be built.

This year we are planning a mission trip of evangelism to Kinshasa in August and are recruiting people to join us to “preach”.
P.S. we live in Hendersonville, NC. About 10 minutes from Fletcher Academy.
                                                                        Karolyn Leonard <kleon2893@bellsouth.net>
* [Editor: We are working to arrange a time to be able to hear them at Fletcher]

Sir, how I lament the passing of Rose Stickle, but also rejoice in you taking the Newsletter reins again.
However much I would like to attend the FAMA retreat in Fletcher, NC, USA, - it is beyond my reach and means as someone who had heeded the call in 1994 and laid the hand on the plough for Southern-Africa as far as the Congo River in 2004 .
In encouragement I attach a report for your interest or records.
My continued prayers for FAMA and its associated missionaries to Africa.
Yours faithfully, - in prayer and purpose,

                                                                        Abraham J. (Johan)  Meintjes, <esprojects@vodamail.co.za>
                                                                        SDA Magaliessig, Pretoria, NC, SAU, SID

3.  Dr. Robson Newbold.
Dr. Robson Newbold died last month. He was medical director at Ngoma in Rwanda during the 1940s and 1950s. We will try to get more precise info from the family to you. His son is also Robson Newbold.
                                                                       Harry Bennett < pvchurch@aol.com> 3009 E 5th St.,
                                                                       National City, CA 91950, 619-245-5845



D.    FAMA News Letter e-mail address:  wil.FAMA2016@gmail.com   Wil Clarke

      Thank you for sending to FAMA News Letter any email addresses for current or former missionaries to AFRICA (and their children) who might be interested in receiving this newsletter.  Any news on your present or past activities will help to make this newsletter interesting to others in the FAMA family.  It would be helpful if you include information on where and when you served in Africa. African mission stories would also be appreciated.    If you do not wish to receive the FAMA Newsletter, please let us know.                                    -   Wil Clarke

      FAMA News Letter e-mail Search:
                                                                                                
This time around, we have had a huge group of bounced e-mails.  Please help us find the correct e-mail address for the following names:

Gilberto Araujo
Victor and Tonya Awuor
Francis & Retta Chase
Fred D Brandt
Nick & Gail Brightman
Ian & Roger Bothwell
Arnold & Marilyn Boram
Natanael Bernardo
Dilson & Lea Bezerra
Nell Davies
Ken Flemmer
Llewellyn & Renee Juby
Walter Lacks
Helen & Bill Markin
Len & Klaren McMillian
Thomas & Anita Riederer
Harold Sheffield
Cristine Orillosa
Bob Parsons
Hermie and Daniela Munez
Claude & Farida Sabot
Goodwell Nthani
Francis Slate
James & Carol Sutton
Gerhard & Emilie van Wyk
Sebastian Tirtirau
Robert & Lorilee Thomas
Martha Toews
Gary VerStegg
Meds VerStegg
Jerald Whitehouse



E.  Registration Form for our Meetings in Fetcher, NC


Fellowship of Adventist Missionaries to Africa Retreat, June 2 to 5, 2016
Fletcher SDA Church in Fletcher, North Carolina

In July 2014, we had a wonderful time in our get together in Riverside, California. We enjoyed sharing experiences and fellowshipping together. We are looking forward to having a profitable time together in June 2016 and hope that you will be able to come and join us. We are all ambassadors for Christ and His missions, and there are still great needs in the mission field. Africa is dear to our hearts, and we must continue to keep the needs and victories of Africa before our friends. Let us pray earnestly and work diligently so that the missionary spirit never dies in our churches. Please plan to come and join us at this retreat in June 2016.

 Name_______________________________________________ Number in your party_______
Address_______________________________________________________________________
Home and Cell Phone Number(s)___________________________________________________
Email_________________________________________________________________________

Registration Fee- $10 single, or $15 per family. Registration starts at 3:00 p.m. Thursday, June 2, 2016. The first meeting is at 7:00 p.m. These will be in the fellowship hall of the Fletcher SDA Church in Fletcher, North Carolina.

Housing: At Fletcher Academy, next to the church, there will be dorm rooms available in the boys’ dormitory. They have beds and mattresses in them but no towels, pillows, or bedding. Fletcher Academy will let us use the dorm rooms without charge for the FAMA event. But they need to know early how many to plan for. Please plan to make a donation for the rooms. You may contact Marcella for reservations.

Meals: The cafeteria at Fletcher Academy serves three meals a day at very reasonable rates. We are planning a potluck lunch for Sabbath. Usually there is enough food left over after the potluck for supper, too. Each meal costs about $5 per person. They do not serve Sabbath breakfast.

Please register as early as possible (by April 15) so we can give the academy a reasonable estimate of the number of meals and number of rooms needed for their planning. This is important. 

Checks should be made payable to “Judy Harvey”. Please send your information and check to the FAMA Treasurer:
*Judy Harvey
1242 Ruskin Drive
Medford, OR 97504-5213

If you have further questions, contact Judy at 541-772-0773.   You can leave your number for a call back. Email her at <brunju.harvey8@gmail.com>

Registration Fee
$10 or $15

Room Donation*

Meal Costs

Total Cost Estimate



 
*There are several hotels in nearby Henderson, NC.


Attached:

From Abraham J. (Johan)  Meintjes
Johnny’s Incredible Congo River Journey.pdf
The Dark Triangle of Conflict Minerals in the Eastern DRC.pdf


 Send Wil an e-mail if you wish to see the attachments.