the Pre-Journey: the Girls go to Livingstone

We wanted to do something special to thank super-nanny Sarah for coming to help us for nearly 3 months.  :) Sarah and I had tossed around the idea of taking her to see Victoria Falls, which is about 6 hours south of Lusaka (11 hours from where we live).  In the end, it worked out for us to arrange a whirlwind trip to Vic Falls at the beginning of the week that our family was scheduled to fly out of Zambia!  We couldn't afford to drive down as a family because of the cost in fuel, so it was decided we would travel to Lusaka together (since we had to go anyway that week) and then Sarah and I would travel by bus the rest of the way to Livingstone.  Here's how it worked:

1) Pack everything by Saturday night, 13 October 2012, and get it loaded into the car.
2) Clean the house frantically for weeks leading up to this weekend, so that everything is finished on time.
3) Eat all the remaining food in the house on Sunday.
4) Load everyone into the car, close up the house for 3 months, and leave at 6am on Monday morning!

So we drove to Lusaka on Monday morning the 14th of October.  It's about a 5-hour drive so we were there just before lunchtime since we left first thing in the morning.  We drove straight to the bus station so that Sarah and Ketzia and I could catch the afternoon bus to Livingstone.  Unfortunately, we got there too late to catch the 12:30 bus (because they required you to buy your ticket 30 minutes ahead of the scheduled departure) so we had to wait for the next bus which left at 2:30.  This meant that we had time to get back into the truck with David and go to the nearby shopping mall for a bite of lunch and a spot of air-conditioning!  :) 

We went back to the bus station to board our bus around 2pm.  We were sitting together at the back of the bus, which had no air conditioning.  But it wasn't dreadfully hot with the windows open!  And off we started for the trip to Livingstone.  Since it takes between 5-6 hours to drive in a car, I was expecting the bus journey to take about the same amount of time.  So imagine our surprise when we realized it was about an 8-hour bus ride!  :)  Because of the number of times it stopped in the towns we passed...  Anyway, that was fine.  We were flexible.  :)  Ketzia was perfectly content because she was traveling with her mommy, who was an unfailing source of nourishment.  (It's so much easier to travel with children when you are breastfeeding!)  A large portion of the trip was after dark, and we dozed.  There was a bit of rain and a thunderstorm at one point, but overall the trip was uneventful and we arrived in Livingstone in one piece, although a bit stiff... and much later than we had hoped.  It was after 10pm!

Sarah and I were planning to stay at Fawlty Towers, a backpacker's place in the center of town, not too far from where the bus stopped.  But since it was after dark and we were 2 girls traveling alone, we couldn't walk there, so we had planned to take a taxi.  But we were not expecting the greeting we received when the bus stopped.  As we disembarked from the bus, we were met by a pushing, shoving, shouting swarm of men at the bottom of the bus steps - mostly taxi drivers shouting for fares, but also some hangers-on.  It was after dark, and I was unsure of myself, and quite frightened by their behavior.  Just desperately wanted to find a taxi driver who would take us to Fawlty Towers! The first man I asked acted like he didn't know where Faulty Towers was, so I asked another man because I did NOT want to get into a car with a man who didn't know where he was going.  We collapsed into the car feeling very anxious but the man assured us he would take us to Fawlty Towers.  He zipped us up the road and we were there in 2 minutes, to our great relief.  But imagine our consternation in the morning when I was speaking to the receptionist at Fawlty Towers and describing our experience!  She asked, 'Was it a blue taxi?'  I said, 'No, it was just a normal looking car.'  She said, 'Yes, those are illegal taxis!  Only the blue taxis are legal.'  So, that was that.  Now I knew something I hadn't known before.  I was just so thankful that we arrived safely the night before, and still a bit shaken by the experience!

So anyway, here we were in Livingstone -- Sarah, myself and Ketzia who was about 10 months old.  We had only 2 nights there and our schedule was as follows: Monday - travel and arrive; Tuesday - see the Falls; Wednesday - travel back to Lusaka.  We were so tired after traveling the whole day on Monday that we pretty much went straight to bed.  We were staying in one of the dorm rooms since they were the cheapest option, I think they were $10 per person per night.  Basically it was just a big room with three sets of very tall bunk beds, a dresser with individual locking compartments, and a very noisy fan mounted on the wall. We were alone in the room, which was nice.  Ketzia shared a bed with me.  There was a communal bathroom with showers and toilets which we shared with the other dorm occupants but there were only a few other folks around.

On Tuesday morning we got up and had some breakfast and then headed out for our visit to the Falls!  We decided to be as economical as possible, which meant taking a minibus to the Falls.  So we had to walk maybe 10 or 15 minutes to the town market, where we found the taxi and minibus area.  It was a crowded, noisy and busy place but someone immediately put us on board to the correct minibus.  I was very nervous after our bad experience with the taxis the night before, but this went blissfully smoothly and the people were friendly and helpful!  We only had to wait a couple of minutes before the minibus was full and ready to depart. The Falls are about 8 kilometers down the road from Livingstone.  The minibus stopped a little bit up the road under a tree, and from there we had to walk across the road to the park entrance, where we paid the entrance fee and went in. 

The next couple of hours were spent wandering all over the Falls.  David and I had visited the Falls in May with the kids - we camped in Livingstone for a week and had a fantastic time. So I could show Sarah around a bit.  We hiked down to the Boiling Pot which is always worth seeing.  Because we were visiting Victoria Falls in the very height of the dry season (it hadn't rained since March) there was no water coming over the Falls and it was remarkable to see the difference from when David and I were there before.  But lest you wonder if it is worth visiting Vic Falls during the dry season - YES, it certainly was still worth the visit because the view of the canyon into which the falls flow was stunningly beautiful!  You could get such an idea of the scale of the falls.  It was really amazing.

Because there was no water going over the falls, you could actually climb into the riverbed and walk around on the rocks.  I took photos of Sarah who insisted on sitting on the edge of the falls.  She had one rock between herself and the edge, I will give her credit for that! 

While wandering around the top of the falls, you see lots of baboons.  They are quite used to all the people around and are attracted by the food.  It was pretty incredible to see how close we had to walk to them as they just sat around on the walking paths scratching themselves!  Thankfully they were completely uninterested in us.

We had gotten an early start that morning, and within a couple of hours we had done all the hiking and sight-seeing we wanted to do at the Falls and had wandered to our heart's content.  It was getting close to lunchtime so we headed back into Livingstone. This time we decided to splurge and get a taxi - it was SO hot outside we didn't feel like walking back to the minibus area and waiting in the sun for it to be ready to leave.  We got the taxi to drop us off at the Italian restaurant in town, where we got some lunch.  This restaurant, Olga's, is awesome!   The pizza is genuine Italian and cooked in wood-fired ovens.  But best of all, they have homemade GELATO -- for real!  It is exquisite!!  Words cannot describe the pleasure of a bowl of smooth gelato on a blazing hot day!

So that was us having seen the Falls, which Sarah pronounced a success, to my delight (I had already seen them before so I was hoping for her sake that it was worth the trip to her!).  Now we had the rest of the afternoon to relax and enjoy ourselves.  There was a pool at Fawlty Towers so Sarah went swimming and relaxed by the pool for a bit.  I went off to the private Fawlty Towers salon where I had seen hair plaiting advertised!  I had gotten my hair plaited back in 2008 while I was in Uganda, and David has always said that he liked the photos of me with my hair plaited a lot, and thought it would be fun for me to do it again sometime.  Well, here was my opportunity! I was on a girls-only holiday, I only had 1 child to juggle while having my hair done, and I had a free afternoon!  And it really doesn't cost very much at all to have your hair plaited!  I think it cost slightly under £10 - about £2 for materials (I had to get 2 swatches of hair extensions) and the rest for labor - but considering that it took two ladies 3 hours to plait my hair, I think that's very, very cheap!  The girl in charge of the salon walked with me down the street to the beauty supplies shop where I had to buy the hair extensions.  Then we walked back and got settled in and she started braiding my hair.  Ketzia nursed and went to sleep in my arms and slept through most of it!  The rest of the time she played happily on the floor and ripped an old magazine apart!  :)  As I said, it took more than 3 hours for the 2 girls to finish my hair.  It turned out really nicely though, and well worth it. I was so glad I had decided to get it done, and now I had something to surprise David with when we got back to Lusaka the next day!

After my hair plaiting, I decided to get a neck and shoulders massage.  Again, I had a wonderful opportunity and only one child to worry about!  Ketzia went and played with Sarah for half an hour during my massage. Then it was Sarah's turn for a massage!

At the end of such a relaxing afternoon, I had a few minutes to take Ketzia into the swimming pool to cool off.  I can't say as I remember much more about that evening.  I think we had a quiet evening and went to bed early, trying to catch up on rest after our late night the night before.  We had an early morning start-off.  Our bus was scheduled to leave Livingstone at 7:30am, so we had to be there at 7 to board.  This time we had an air-conditioned bus! However, this was to prove to be a real shame, because the bus broke down an hour or so into the journey and the air-conditioning stopped working -- and the windows didn't open!  So, moral of the story: pick a bus with natural air-conditioning (working windows)!

Yes, our trip home was the biggest part of the adventure by far.  Our bus broke down.  And then it broke down again.  And again. And again. And again.  We spent hours on the side of the road waiting for more replacement parts. We left at 7:30 and we were scheduled to be in Lusaka 7 hours later.  Instead, we got to Lusaka at 5:30pm after 10 hours of travel!  At the end, the bus broke down for the final (probably the 7th time, though I'd lost count) time in Kafue, about 20-30 minutes outside Lusaka.  Thankfully it broke down directly in front of the taxi and minibus stance in Kafue.  At that point there were only about 10 passengers left on our bus - most of the other passengers had already gotten off at their stops, or had run for another bus when it became clear earlier in the day that this bus was doomed.  I was concerned because it was starting to get close to sunset and I didn't want to be stranded - two white girls traveling alone, in an unfamiliar town with no money left, after dark.  There was another group of 'azungus' (white people) on the bus with us - a young man and his parents - and they agreed that we should stick together.  In the end the bus employees agreed that the company would pay for two minibuses to take us passengers the rest of the way to the Lusaka bus station.  So we got into the minibus with the other American family and headed off! It wasn't too far to Lusaka.  David had been in touch with me the whole day by text message, so he was at the bus station waiting to meet us, and be surprised by my braided hair.  :)

What a day!  We were so thankful to be safely back in Lusaka, especially after a near-accident occurred to our bus when a lorry ran us off the road as our driver was overtaking.  (The bus nearly flipped.)  It hadn't been an easy day, but what an experience!  We will have many things to chuckle over and remember for years to come.  It was a whirlwind 2 nights away and a  fun and memorable way to end our 2 1/2 months with Sarah as a member of our household.  David and Elijah had survived without me, and we had 1 night together as a family in a guesthouse in Lusaka before we flew out the next day to Europe... :)

glimpses.

Daily things:

Doing laundry

Washing dishes

Mopping floors with Sarah at night (after little feet have gone to bed)

Normal things:

Shopping in town, visiting the same shops every week, building relationships

Reading books on my Kindle

Endless hot, sunny days

Hard things:

Burying our part-time lecturer after a horrific accident

Dealing with 2-year-old tantrums

Ongoing sleep deprivation and a baby who thinks 5am is when the day begins!

Necessary things:

Going running a few times each week

David & I taking a break for a cup of tea together each morning

Nail polish

Fun things:

Breakfast dates with my fun, quirky, contrary, cute husband

Movie night with “Despicable Me” projected onto our living room wall and homemade candied popcorn!

Wandering through the market with Sarah buying beautiful chitenges

running

Today I ran for the first time since before David and I got married.  Three years and more. 

It felt so good.

I’ve had this impulse to start running again for months; a restlessness that would strike me in the early mornings, an urge to get 20 minutes’ strenuous relaxation – a momentary pause from my life as a mother, from the dishes, from the laundry.  Just breathing in and breathing out, hearing my feet crunch on the sandy road, and feeling awake and refreshed from these few moments in the fresh air and new day.

I didn’t think it was possible until I read my friend Coreyanne’s blog.  She spoke of running skirts, which I’d never really thought about.  I just knew that I couldn’t run without a skirt – because of the culture where I live.  I would need a skirt that reached well below my knees, and yet was designed for running.  The information that Corey posted on her blog spurred me to investigate.  My mother-in-law found a girl on Etsy advertising a handmade running skirt, who was willing to customize the length for me.  Better yet, it was half the price of the “name brand” running skirts out there (which weren’t even available in my size).

Suddenly things were coming tog ether, and I realized that my desire was being fulfilled.  The skirt was ordered, and my sister-in-law included it in the care package she sent us this month.  It arrived this week, a flowery and uplifting print, along with my athletic shoes which had been left in storage in the USA under the mistaken impression that I wouldn’t need them here.  The pieces were falling into place. 

I want to run early in the mornings, as soon as the sun is up.  When there are fewest people on the roads, out and about, and I have to deal with as little staring as possible.  They already think I am very strange for taking a walk with Marjanne every afternoon.  Zambians don’t comprehend the idea of walking for leisure.  Now they will see an even stranger sight – the ‘mzungu’ woman runs down the road as if she is fleeing a lion!  But if I go early, maybe I will even avoid having any early-bird students see me over their breakfast cup of tea. 

Ketzia accommodates me by getting up early in the mornings.  She is always awake sometime around or after 5am… too early.  I arrange to leave her with Sarah, to play in the bedroom while I am gone.  David is on “Elijah duty,” but Elijah never gets up as early as Ketzia, so it’s likely that David will get a bit more rest while I am gone.

The final arrangement is to borrow Sarah’s beautiful iPod.  I need a soundtrack for my exertion, to keep myself focused.  One of these days I  will get some music loaded onto my own mp3 player, but for today, I have fresh music to spur me down the sandy road, songs I’ve never heard before.

And so it comes together.  Ketzia wakes up at 5:47.  I nurse her briefly, to keep her happy until my return.  My alarm goes off at 5:50.  I take Ketzia into the bathroom so that she will be happy with Mommy in sight while I change into my new running skirt, put my shoes on, pull my hair up.  I drop Ketzia with sleepy Sarah for a cuddle, grab the iPod and earbuds, and take a  few swallows of water.

My dogs greet me ecstatically as I do some minor stretches in front of our gate.  I call Merry to join me, and leave Tuppence behind.  She is too wound up to run properly with me.  We walk rapidly towards the College sign, the entrance to the campus, building up steam.  At the sign I turn right onto the dirt and sand driveway which leads, 4kms later, to the tarmac road.  It is 6:07.  I settle into a slow, rhythmic  shuffle.  The music plays.  The breeze cools my face.  My dog trots alongside, delighted.

I’ve decided to start slow, so I run for 2 minutes, walk for 1 minute.  Rinse and repeat.  I feel encouraged that my body seems to remember how to do this.  Breathe in, breathe out.  No cramps arise.  The breathlessness is not so bad.  After two running cycles and two walking cycles I turn around.  There is no need to push myself too far on the first day, or I might hamper my progress by wearing myself out.  I retrace my steps in the freshness of the morning.  I don’t see a single person during my run, and return to the house renewed.  Time for a quick rinse in the shower, and then I collect my baby back.  Husband and son still sleeping.  The house is quiet.  And I even have to time to write a blog post about it.   I think this is the beginning of a positive life change!

I've agreed with my friend Mairi that I would say I've been holding off from posting so that she doesn't miss anything while she's here in Zambia with no internet access.  :-)

So this is just a quick note to say that I'm alive, and (as is obvious) I'm not able to blog much at present, for a number of reasons. Tomorrow we are going away for a long weekend. When I come back we'll be smack-dab right in the middle of our next women's conference, the preparations for which have been occupying me all week.  We've had sickness (cold/flu) making the rounds in our house for 2 weeks now, in conjunction with a 2-year-old who's cutting his molars and a teething 7-month-old, as well.  I am delighted to say that someone whom I've known for a very long time (longer than I've known my husband) is coming to nanny for me until October... Miss Sarah Moriah Barr.  I am SO excited, and so thankful, and so blessed.  Reinforcements are on the way and arriving next week...

More later...

a picnic.

Today Marjanne and I went for a picnic by the dam which is about 20 minutes’ drive from the College.  It is an earthen dam with a pretty blue lake next to it, and grasses blowing in the wind.  There is a narrow road which runs over the top of the dam, and we took this road a couple of months ago when David preached in one of the village churches beyond the dam.  At that time, since it was still the rainy season, the lake had overflowed across the road and we had to ford the waters in our truck. Thankfully it was not too deep and we were able to cross quickly without becoming stuck.

So today we decided to take the children and have a nice relaxing outing to the dam with some lunch. So we packed our baskets and brought our camp chairs and Marjanne drove us (in our vehicle – since I cannot drive, not having a Zambian license and not knowing how to drive a manual).  I brought a sun-umbrella hoping that we could sit under its shade, but sadly we couldn’t get it far enough into the ground and the wind was toppling it every time.  So, we gave up and just sat in the sun on a sandy spot next to the water’s edge, grateful that there were some clouds in the sky so that it was not blazing hot.

There can be parasites and other nasty things in the water, so even though the lake looked refreshing we did not go in.  Marjanne brought her sewing and enjoyed having something to do.  I spent the entire time alternating between chasing Elijah (who wanted to wander off) and consoling Ketzia, who hasn’t been feeling well because she is cutting teeth.  In between we ate our picnic lunch.  Marjanne brought leftover pizza from our outing yesterday as her treat, and I packed a bottle of Sprite and a bag of potato chips as a special treat to go with my sandwich!  

The thing about picnicking as a ‘mzungu’ (white person) is that you have to be prepared to be stared at and observed at length by every passer-by.  The first one to stop was a teenaged boy who recognized us from the time we went to the village church, and from Marjanne’s school visits.  He greeted us, and we had some chitchat.  Then he remained, observing us, for the next hour!  Eventually two other small girls, one with a very young baby on her back, timidly approached us as well.  We learned that the baby was less than 4 weeks old.  The small girl was babysitting this tiny infant while the mother worked in the fields.  The baby woke and cried from hunger, and the little girl shushed it back to sleep because the mother wasn’t back from the fields yet. By this time the boy who was observing us had collected a large rock to use as a seat, and arranged himself comfortably next to Elijah’s camp chair, playing with the two trucks I brought for Elijah’s amusement.  Meanwhile we were also getting attention from passers-by…

We stayed for about an hour and a half, and when we had eaten our lunch and the children were getting tired we packed up.  It must have seemed so funny to these staring villagers, these silly mzungu women who bring baskets of food and sit and look at the water!  As Marjanne was backing the truck up we got stuck in the sandy road and the tires were spinning. So I got out and with the help of the boy who was still observing us, we managed to push while Marjanne accelerated and with some significant effort we got the vehicle to move and were on our way. I gave him a biscuit package in thanks for his help.  It was nice to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine for a little while even though I didn’t get to “relax.”  :)

Today is the beginning of our second Women’s Conference for this year.  This time we are hosting the wives of Covenant College alumni.  CC now has about 60 graduates (not sure of the exact number) so we could get anywhere from 20-50 women or so.  We hope many will join us for this conference, which begins this afternoon and ends on Saturday afternoon.   So far, at the time I'm posting this, 6 ladies have shown up and we are waiting for more to arrive!

Today has been frantically busy – printing schedules, menu, and Bible study materials, arranging details with Nelson (the cook and all-around assistant for these events), preparing the dormitory, etc.  On the home front, I've been running back and forth to the potty with Elijah, then next on the list was sorting out the next size of cloth nappies for Ketzia who has outgrown the ones she’s currently in.  Then sorting out the next size of clothing, and packing the ones she’s outgrown into storage.  

Ketzia has picked today to cut her first tooth, so she has been very unhappy the whole day long.  My plan is to get her settled in bed for the night (she's usually asleep by 6:30pm) and then welcome the ladies for the first evening session where I will be leading a Bible study.  My original plan was to do a study on Prayer, but I have not been able to get it to come together in time, because of my own mental fatigue combined with needy children and very limited time, so instead I will be reusing one of the Bible studies I taught in March (it's a different group of ladies this time).  That is the essence of having children and a household to care for -- it makes you flexible.

I have discovered that chocolate apparently gives me headaches now, which is totally depressing...

But, I will end with an encouraging note from our potty training saga with Elijah: Elijah woke up from his nap with a full nappy, as usual.  He was playing around with his cars and suddenly said, “Mama!  Pee-pee!”  So I said, “Quick, let’s go to the potty!”  We went running to the potty and I had every expectation that he would have just peed in his nappy by the time we got there, especially since it was already wet from his nap.  But nope… he took his nappy off, sat down on his potty and peed!  He was so proud of himself, “Yay!” he said, giving me a fabulous smile.  He’s caught onto the idea so fast….  Twice after that he felt the urge and immediately told me and took off for the bathroom, but unfortunately didn’t quite make it in time, however we reassured him that the recognition and the effort are what counts!

Scourby-sleep, email, and James 1:5

We have now begun putting Elijah to bed listening to Alexander Scourby's reading of the Bible on CD.  During my childhood years I fell asleep every night listening to Scourby on cassette tape, so it is really special to me that my child(ren) will be doing the same as they grow up.  It is heartwarming to hear Elijah say, "Bah-bul! Bah-bul!" excitedly as we tuck him into bed.  It is so true that children go through phases in their sleep patterns.  Elijah has always been a "bad" sleeper, since he was born.  We have wrestled and cried and soothed and rocked and nursed and comforted and sat through screaming for hours, and even as he has gotten older he has struggled, but gradually improved.  For the last few months he has done really, really well and got to the point where naptimes and bedtimes were a joy.  We were beginning to breathe a sigh of relief and really relax... and then within the past couple days he's had another regression.  This usually calls for a switch of something in the bedtime routine to get him settled again, thus, the introduction of Scourby to encourage him to fall asleep calmly listening to God's Word!

It's tough being a parent.  (It's even tougher when you feel so far away and so disconnected from everyone you would love to ask advice of and learn from.)  The Lord has been laying some things on my heart and I have been prompted to really start making personal correspondence much more of a priority than it has been up to this point.  It is so easy to think "I really don't have time to send that person an email" or to forsake writing personal letters of any kind except the most urgent and business-like.  The longer I live here in Eastern Province, the more I wish I could benefit from the wealth of knowledge and examples of Scriptural family life and marriages that are represented by couples in my acquaintance. So, I am determined to seek out fellowship to the extent that it can be found through the medium of email.  I am also going to make every effort to keep this blog updated on a regular basis!

I don't usually post anything on my blog on the Lord's Day, so I want to be sure to keep this focused where it should be.  I am trying to prepare a Bible study on the topic of Prayer for the upcoming Women's Conference here at the College this week.  One of the verses I am considering is James 1:5, "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given to him."  As I am pondering this verse the biggest question that comes to me is, How do you know when the Lord has answered your prayer?  How do you recognize the wisdom when it is given to you?  How do you really know when you are making a wise decision?  I guess as a young mom, it's easy to feel like I'm floundering along in the responsibilities and challenges and not quite knowing how to make my way without a clear guide... and, conversely, struggling with guilt or the feeling of inadequacy when I know I've made a mess of it.  So, speak up!  How has this verse been proved to be true for you?

Language

Last night at dinner Elijah leaned forward excitedly.  “Boh! Boh!”  That’s his word for Pooh, aka Winnie the Pooh, which he has recently been introduced to by way of a fun pillowcase and the Pooh character on his nappies and his new dummy (pacifier).  Elijah was pointing at the mug I was using, which has Pooh on it.  Clever boy!  Then he said, “Owies, Boh, owies!”  He saw that there were honeybees depicted next to Pooh.  Honeybees = “owies” in Elijah’s vocabulary (even more so here, where our standard honeybees are African Killer bees).

This very cute incident illustrates what communicating with Elijah is like.  His vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds, but we have been amused to see that his “words” come in different ways.  More and more he is learning to repeat words as he hears us saying them, or use the point-and-identify tactic.  However, he also mixes in sign language and sometimes simply makes an onomatopoeic sound which serves as the word. 

For instance, “airplane” is NEVER repeated as a word.  Rather, he “says” airplane by going “Wooo, woh, woh, woooo” and flying his hand through the air.  

The same with “snake,” which he says by making a gutteral growling/biting noise and hitting his chest (explanation: we have told him that snakes will bite him, and so his brain interprets the word by signing “bite” with sound effects).  And yes, we are working VERY hard to teach him about snakes – and YES, he has actually identified snakes without any prompting or assistance using this method. 

Some things he simply signs, like “wash hands.”

He is also becoming bilingual, gradually picking up Nyanja words and phrases as he is picking up English ones.  When he says “thank you”, a full 50% of the time he says “koko” which is the Elijah-ization of “zekomo.”  The other half of the time he says “dank oo.”  :-)  He has also been heard saying “iwe!” which his friends are often shouting at each other (“you! You!”).  And he has made several attempts to say “bwanji” in greeting.

And at least although he does say "NO!" very emphatically, he says it so adorably!