Greetings!
I arrived at Kansas City International Airport on
Friday. To my eyes it seems to be 200
years ahead of the Bamako airport. So clean, efficient and peaceful. Brandon
was there with his daughter Sofia to greet me and take me to their home. I am
always hosted in a very luxurious manner- with no regard to the strong smell of
smoke I carried from all of the fires in Bamako.
On Saturday I met Brandon’s friend Adam, a strong Christian
who was laying carpet. We also visited a Farmer’s Market, which reminds me a
little bit of markets in Mali. The
produce was fresh and farmers sold what they had grown. It is a good system.
Next we visited the Medical Mission Foundation warehouse for
the packing party for the upcoming Uganda mission. I was happy and surprised to see so many
familiar faces. There were many people
that had been to Mali on missions. Over 60 doctors, nurses and other people preparing
for a non-profit mission, making the whole world a 1st class healing
machine. It amazes me to see this.
Everyone was introduced around a circle. Most people have very short names and say
them very fast. I was thinking about how
to shorten my name. Before I could finish
thinking it was my turn and my problem was unsolved. So everyone had to witness when I said “I-bra-hi-ma”
very slowly. It was a fun moment when everyone laughed.
It is so reassuring and comforting to see healthy devoted
old friends while discovering new ones.
I am so thankful for medical missionaries. Many of the people already
support Grace school and others wanted to learn more. It was a very good day. God is good!
Your friend,
Ibrahima
