Thankfully, the homework had nothing to do with math.
After doing several Bible studies at the apartment complex the rest of the class left. I stayed to help Mohammed and Abira’s two oldest kids with their homework.
I forgot about the fact that things in developing countries go at a different pace. Yeah, I was in the U.S., but if you had walked into the apartments we were in, you would swear that you were in Sudan.
I knocked on Mohammed’s door. He let me in. Only he and his three daughters (2 months, 19 months, and 4 years) were there.
They told me the day before the kids would be home at 3pm. They arrived sometime shortly after 4pm.
While we waited, Mohammed and I watched Animal Planet together. We watched the Crocodile hunter chase around lions, elephants, scary looking snakes, and hippos, all of which Mohammed had grown up with. He gave me the inside scoop.
“He better not play with that.” he said about the Hippos.
“That snake is not too dangerous.” he said about the Puff Adder.
“My grandpa got bit by one of those.” making a snake biting motion to his chest. I wondered if it actually bit him in the chest . . .
The homework went quickly.
“Sit down and eat.” Mohammed then said.
I sat down. Mohammed served me a plate of lamb. A bowl of vegetables. And a plate of flat bread. They sat around and watched me.
It was absolutely delicious. No silverware was offered so my hands I used. Actually, just my right hand because a little voice in my head was saying that the left hand wasn’t supposed to be used. I don’t know if that is correct, but I did my best.
Then, Mohammed drove me home.
Here are a couple of shots I took on my phone as we waited for the kids to get home from school. These two girls were precious.
