Hot season

Hot season in Chad arrived suddenly this year at the end of February.  Or perhaps it was a taster of hot season as it only stayed at 42*C for a week before dropping by 10*C and giving us respite again.  Until April!

Life at 42*C is very different from life at 32*C.  A lot of energy goes into staying healthy and filtering and drinking enough water.  Energy levels go down and sleeping is harder at night, so folk often sleep in the afternoons when it is too hot to comfortably do anything else.  Visiting folk becomes more difficult, or certainly more restricted to mornings and late afternoon.

(The photo is of a dusty late afternoon distant view of our town from a hill.)

We are very thankful for a solar system that allows us to run fans and a solar fridge, so moving (hot) air and cold water make things easier.

Hot season is also mango season, but there also seem to be a lot of carrots around at the moment.  I’ve tried a carrot cake with pineapple in it, but never with mango in it.  Sounds like an interesting experiment.  Though the mangoes rarely make it into cakes, as they are too good fresh!

Thinking about the upcoming hot season, I have been challenged to face it with joy, as well as realistic expectations of the speed that life will go at in the coming weeks!



Normality…for a third culture kid

Emunah has settled here in Chad.  She thinks that it is normal to see goats, donkeys and horses in the street and to take a bath in the middle of the living room floor in a wide bucket.

She loves reading books with us and watching youtube videos of elephants or cartoons with frogs or sheep in them.  She asks to draw and colour with her crayons.  Her vocabulary is extensive, though sometimes her chattering is not yet understandable.  She sings and dances and swings from anything she can reach.

I guess in some ways her life isn’t that different from a child anywhere in the world.  Except women in the market give her vegetables as presents if she’s in a sling on my back.  And many of the children that she hangs out with don’t have a language in common with her.  In fact many of the adults she meets don’t speak to her in English but in Chadian Arabic or in French.  She gets very excited if we say that we’re going out somewhere, gets her hat and her sandals and runs to the gate.  She loves riding in rickshaws and sings with joy, interspersed with cries of animal names and sounds as she spots them at the side (or in the middle) of the road.