Published on July 17th, 2007 | by tdnimz7S0
Apart from church and school seminars, we recently visited Osare orphanage.
Pronounced ” Oh – sarry”.
So I found out why it’s called that.
First, the road to the side road was like the surface of Jupiter. Oh, sorry
Then the dirt road. “Is that Lake Victoria?” No, just a puddle. Osare.
Say, the building where I will be teaching has no roof, does it. Osare.
Hey, my 4-wheel drive is sliding sideways toward the watery ditch. Oh, sorry
What a delight to see the dozens of kids who come for food each day. Too bad not all of them have mattresses. Oh, sorry.
And the clothes some of them we wearing. Osare.
A day like that sure makes life meaningful in Africa. You know, you never have to say, “Osare”.
Ken & Marge MacGowan