Monday we started unpacking and sorting the clothes from the container.
It was a long and tiring day that started with a 2 hour drive to Botha-Bothe via Sefako along the dirt road… scenic, but one tough road that always try and shake you and the vehicle to bits…yea, a LONG 2 hour drive.
First job was to get all the boxes out of the container again. Then sort them by contents.
With no ventilation in either the church or container we were sweating hard in no time, but by mid-day the container was empty and all the boxes was ready to be unpacked.
Next job was to bring all the boxes with the same type of contents inside.
Then we unpacked everything. It took a while for the woman to unpack, as much joy was found in looking and discussing each item before putting it in it’s respective heap…like a big shopping trip!
When we (the men) wanted to help get things finished by just putting clothes in sizes, we were chased away!!
We would probably have done the job in a tenth of the time it took the woman, but they had fun, so all is good.
We ended up with not enough space and a number of boxes were left unopened. We will hand out clothes and as the heaps gets smaller, open and sort the last few boxes.
During unpacking one of the ladies found a $10 note. She was not too excited about it until I told her it is worth around 65 Maloti (Obama needs to do something to get the Dollar stronger!!).
That is nearly enough to buy a bag of maize and she was dancing around with a huge smile on her face!
With the container empty, my next biggest worry was getting the 4 wheeler & mower out of the container. With a bit of a struggle we got the mower out.
Thankfully, but for a few scratches, it survived undamaged when the container fell over.
After that we had to get the 4 wheeler out.
I though about pulling the whole crate, with the 4 wheeler still on, to the middle of the container so we could grab it from both sides, but the fall had damaged the crate and I was not sure it would survive…so it was all up to manpower…
Of course when we pulled it off the crate, everyone though Ntati Wimmy was superman, and let go. The 4 wheeler came off the crate and the suspension worked as designed, the Lord did not design Ntati Wimmy to hold up a 4 wheeler by himself though, and I felt a jolt of pain shoot through my back.
It usually means bed time and weeks of pain ahead. But praise God, He listened to my half-hearted prayer in frustration, and this morning I have no pain at all!! God is Good (even when our prayers are weak)!!
Before loading it on the truck, everyone wanted to pose on the mower, here is John.
After loading it on the truck and an impromptu Prayer-n-Praise meeting with those who helped…….
….I had to make a run for the border, as I had to do the dirt road again..2 more hours bouncing around.. But the mower seemed to like it, it even posed for this picture…