yebe island

Oh my goodness is all I can think as 17 mzungus, 4 African friends, and 1 African boat driver pile into the boat. My team and I are at Lake Victoria, and we're all getting on a boat and headed to the small island a little way's off shore. I'm fairly certain the boat really shouldn't be holding this many people, but what does a mzungu know anyway? Someone asks if everybody knows how to swim.

The little motor is started, and for a brief second, I entertain the thought that it may not be able to work with all these people in this one, small, wooden boat. But it does work, and everyone's hoping it stays working. Someone pushes us off.. or rather, tries. It takes a handful of African men (a lot more than it normally would) to push our boat off. We're headed to the island on Lake Victoria, (Yebe Island) and suddenly that distance I once thought to be small seems huge. If I'm remembering correctly, it was about a 5-10 minute boat ride (the longest 5-10 minute boat ride of my life). Note: these are the kind of things you don't include in your email letters to home, you just wait to tell them about it once you're home.

(photo taken by Becca)

Did I forget to mention the fact that the boat had a small hole in it? Yeah well, it did. That or, because of the amount of people in this boat, some water was splashing in over the sides. Hot sun and faces wet with water, cramped and squished on the wooden benches of this boat, we ride. I'm pretty sure the Africans aren't too worried, but the mzungus? Well, in mom's (Kasandra's) words: you can't really sense the terror I was feeling at this point in time in this picture, but do not be deceived.

The boat hits the ground of Yebe Island. We choose to momentarily forget about the fact that we must make this trip back, for now we're just thankful to be on solid ground. The boat's on ground, the motor shut off, and so now begins the fun-filled task of climbing out of this boat. I find myself thankful that I chose to wear my pants today, climbing this in a skirt would not be easily accomplished. Once everybody's off of the boat, we take in the island around us. What we thought would be a fun-filled day of being tourists is actually going to be a day of praying for this island. And it is oh-so-very obvious that this island needs so much prayer.

Yebe Island hotel (photo taken by Becca)

Yebe Island is home to fishermen. Yebe Island has no hospital, and no school. The people live in scrap metal houses with dirt floors. The children run around all day in their tattered and torn clothing. A radio blares so loudly it vibrates in your chest and you can barely hear yourself think. Fish seem to be just about everywhere. There is so much despair, so much heartbreak, so much need. It's overwhelming.

Yebe Island

After introducing ourselves to the police, we split into 3 groups and head off in different directions to go pray for the people of Yebe. The first woman my team meets is a woman whose sister is deaf. I realize I have been frustrated with this island and its loudly blaring music while this woman would be so thankful to have my ears and to hear the things I am hearing. We pray over this woman, and I wonder if God really will heal her or if our prayers are being prayed in vain.

I do not doubt that I serve a God who heals, I have full confidence that He can heal anything and anyone. What my struggle is, is believing He will heal. To this day, I do not know if that woman can hear, if God chose to place His healing hand upon her ears and restore her hearing. But I trust and know that whatever He did, He did for this woman's good and for the glory of His kingdom.

Yebe Island police station (photo taken by Summer)

My group walks over to a house (though in America, it would not be called a house) and we are invited inside. It is a one room house, for a family I'm not sure how big. I remember looking up and seeing the thatched and scrap metal roof and seeing sunlight seep through the spaces in it. I remember looking at the metal walls where, again, sunlight seeped through the holes. I remember looking at the dirt floor. I remember thinking What happens when it rains? What happens when the water comes through these spaces? What happens when this dirt floor gets wet? Even though I very well knew exactly what happens.

on Yebe Island (photo taken by Summer)

I sit in this house, at that wooden table, on the wooden bench. Kasandra and the translator (Pastor Thomas) are talking to the woman who lives in this house. There are a few others in the room, her brother perhaps, and her father? I met so many faces and heard so many stories that much to my dismay, I can't keep them straight anymore. But what I clearly remember about this house is the child, less than a foot away from me, who slept on a pile of wooden boards against the wall.

I didn't hear Kasandra or the translator's words anymore. This child was all I could think about, all I could see, all I could hear. I pray the will of God over her life. I pray she becomes blessed with the opportunity to go to school. I pray that someway, somehow she grows up knowing and feeling the love God has for her. I pray that on an island of so much despair and bad, she is kept safe and out of harm. I pray that, on an island where there is no hospital, she stays healthy, that neither disease nor illness nor injury claim her life at a young age. I pray that His hope and His light fill her heart, her home, and her island.

on Yebe Island (photo taken by Becca)

Yebe Island, an island of hopelessness and despair and hurt like I have never seen before. Yebe Island, an island so desperately in need of His Spirit and His Presence and His Truth. Yebe Island, an island I still pray for, nearly 3 months later. Yebe Island, an island I will remember forever.

We are abundantly blessed.. with doctors, with schools, with shoes, with clothes, with houses, with food, with jobs, with many things. May we never forget that.