Just stay here next to my bed and scream your lungs out while I sleep

So I don't have a ton of time on here (It takes a while to get back into the intelligent english speaking mindset, so responding to emails takes a while).

I know that you guys may be thinking "Wow, Justin is going to die because he has no one to mommy him anymore." But you are wrong.

My cook, Essa, has taken the place of my Mom, Kenzie, and Trevor. She tells me when to eat, what to eat, when I need to change clothes, what clothes I should change into, and when I should go to bed... all without budging. I don't want to argue with her, because she makes my food. Even though I am pretty sure what she is already feeding me consists of chicken guts and malaria water, I know it could be worse. (It tastes good, I just don't dare question what it is, I went in the kitchen the other day and saw her taking some kind of chicken innards and frying them, and it looked just like my food). She calls me her son too. When the other ladies ask what she is doing, it is always "Cooking food for my son." or "washing my son's clothes" or "telling my stupid son which water he can drink" (I can't drink the rain water, only the malaria water). I love her though, she even stirred my sugar for me when I showed her there were ants all over it <3>

What is really weird is that even though I am in this third world country with people who don't even have enough food, God is still breaking my heart for the youth of America. By seeing the youth here at this church I am beginning to realize that we in the US are, in fact, the unlucky ones. The ones born into a culture of over indulgence and immorality. I am questioning whether I want to raise my children in the US.

I finally uploaded some pictures, so here you go:

This is what most of Yei looks like.

These are the two pastor's kids, Daniel and Rebecca, they are almost always in my room. I know how to tell them to bring me something, to leave something alone, and to dance in Arabic, and they sometimes follow my commands. They have a habit of eating dirt and stealing everything dear to me, like my camera, shoe, towel while I am in the shower, candy, etc. . They also have a habit of trying to get their terrified friends to sneak up to me and touch me. Rebecca almost always makes them cry because she forces them to touch me when they don't want to, breaking them emotionally. I think some of them are starting to get more comfortable though. The last picture is Rebecca trying to imprison Daniel in my guitar case.

A Gecko I caught and then Rebecca almost killed.

Do you recognize this guy? You should, because it is me.

I know I look different, but that's what the Sudanese sun does. Don't hate.

This (not to be mistaken for the picture above, which is me) is my roommate, "Evangelist Tambrat". He is the happiest person I have ever met and makes me fall on the floor in happiness sometimes. He has started 7 churches in Uganda but he acts like a little kid. His response to everything I say is "HALLELUJAH!! PRESS THA LOD!" He also forces me to drink tea in the morning and eats half of the food Essa makes me, which I don't think he is supposed to. He acts like he understands me a lot, but most of the time he doesn't really.

Tambrat: *Opens food container to see I have eaten all of the oranges*

Me: Oh sorry man, I didn't know you were coming back

Tambrat: *smiles really big and shakes his hands* I am FREE!!

Me: Good!

Tambrat: PRAISE THE LORD!!! HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: Hahahaha yes! I ate all the rice too...

Tambrat: PRAISE GOD!! I AM FREE!!!

Me: Awesome, bye!

This is a poster at the place I buy my Cokes. If you can't read what it says, it's "JOKING WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S WIVES IS LIKE COMMITING SUICIDE." I don't know why I found that worth taking a picture of, maybe because "Joking around with other people's wives" is so common in America, so it was good to see the truth. If someone ever "joked" with my wife, I would definitely be chasing after his half-naked self with MY machete.

I know those aren't the kind of pictures people wanted, but they are the kind I like to take, I will take more of the kind normal people like later.

Love you guys!

Justin

P.S. For some reason when people comment my blog it gives me inexplicable joy.