This morning, on a walk home from purchasing home Internet access, I passed a street kid near one of the major intersections near our home selling a puppy. Earlier in the morning, Caleb asked me to be on the lookout for a puppy for him and Gracyn. So, I made an impulse purchase. Since I bought him from a street kid, I convinced myself that I was saving him from a life of crime—the puppy that is... Isn’t he cute? The main language spoken here is Nyanja. So, we wanted him to have a name in Nyanja. I even enlisted the help of our guard, Charles, in naming him. Charles came through in the end. His name is Chikumbuso—pronounced “Chee koo mboo so”—which means remembrance. We call him Chiku for short. The kids were TOTALLY excited this morning when I showed up at home with Chiku.
2 comments:
TOO precious! May 'Remembrance' be part of a long string of blessed memories in Zambia!
Well, this is the 4th time and after this, I give up, if it doesn't go through! I have posted and posted! You are worth it though.
The dog is precious and I know the children will enjoy playing with it. Oh, Kerri, when I think of all you do to make a meal! Brent, your writings are just like you talk and I love them!
Thanks for thinking of us left back home. We pray for you and you are on our FBC Prayer Alert!
Mama Gaggy (love you much)
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