While preparing to move to Africa for several years, I asked, “What should I bring?” The answer came, “Whatever makes you feel at home.” Having always lived in the southern United States, I had no idea how to make that decision, short of taking everything I owned. Once I arrived in Africa, I adjusted more quickly than expected to the various places I lived. “Home” became more of a state of mind than a physical location or set of things.
“How is life in Sudan different from the USA?” • Waking in the middle of the night to find the house invaded by army ants • Realizing you are the only white person on a very full bus, and feeling comfortable with that. • Meeting someone at a shop and ending up in their home having breakfast • Spending an afternoon at the Sudanese ambassador’s house • Enjoying sheep intestines while thinking it is macaroni. • Entering the home of a stranger and being welcomed like a long-lost friend.
Life in Africa was not what I expected. It is fuller, richer, changeable, unpredictable, fascinating. The people are gracious, forgiving and hospitable. The tastes, sights, and sounds reflect a vibrant, determined, joyful richness that overcomes poverty and significant difficulties. I’ve been challenged and encouraged while learning great patience and the value of perseverance. I am deeply indebted, especially to the Sudanese, who have taught me so much.
Leoma worked in the Sudan for 20 years and came to know and love many Sudanese. When she returned to the US, she wrote about her experiences as well as the lives of her Sudanese friends and colleagues. While dealing with culture shock to the US, she wrote a devotional book and several books of prayers based on Scripture.
Leoma has a unique view of life, and that is reflected in her passion for connecting faith and the reality of life in the US and abroad.
In 1982, there was a train service between Karima and Khartoum in northern Sudan. It was slow, and not totally sure, but at least on my trip, we arrived safely. This little adventure taught me many things, but especially that white single women are treated as honorary men. It is an adjustment. However, it does allow for extra perks that I wouldn't otherwise have had.
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Launching Into the Unknown
The train set off after I got settled, speeding along at about thirty miles per hour. This narrow-gauge railroad crosses one of the most hostile deserts in the world. There was a restaurant car but, as I found out when the vet invited me to join him, it served nothing but tea. He and I shared a table with three men. They liked the fact that I knew some Arabic, limited though it was. But when they became a little too friendly, I decided it was time to return to my compartment. The habbouba asked where I had been, then asked why I hadn’t brought her any tea. Culturally, Sudanese women can’t go into the dining car, even for tea. The conductor, whose work is to bring whatever the passenger requests, wouldn’t bring her any. So, her only option was to grab a quick cup through the window when we pulled into a station. I noticed that during the day, platforms at the various stations were full of vendors offering everything from tea to cotton material, from sweets to fruit. There was little time to check the quality, just make your choice, pay your money and take the item. About that time, the train moved on.
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