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Tanzania Reaching Africa's Children By Lisa Newland A day in t he life of a missionary Rise and shine! It is Sunday morning and you are in Mwanza, Tanzania. Join me on a trip out to the village to teach Sunday school. We are out the door by 7:45 a.m. to start the hour drive to the village of Kikano. Don't forget your water bottle, Swahili Bible, sunscreen and toilet paper (never leave home without it!). The first half hour we weave through cars, bikes and pedestrians on the paved streets of town. Oops, forgot about that speed bump—sorry! After a straight stretch of highway (with occasional honking to warn the bikers we are coming), we turn off onto a dirt road. Heading further into the country (bush), the cement buildings with metal roofs get fewer until the only buildings we are driving by are mud huts with grass roofs. An occasional heavy–laden truck barrels by us almost forcing us off the road, and then we come up on a herd of cows to inch our way through. Suddenly, we are there. A simple brick building with a metal roof sits a hundred or so yards off the road. There is no driveway, so we drive along a little footpath a few yards off the road and park. Lisa 18 BIMI WORLD Number 3, 2013 After greeting everyone who is already sitting in the church, we find a spot on a simple bench. We sing, give our offering and listen to the choir. Then teachers and children are dismissed to head out to the nearby mango tree for our class. The kids carry some benches out to the mango tree and we help get everyone settled (except the two and three-year-olds who play around in the dirt the whole class time). The young Tanzanian teachers-in-training take turns; one leads some songs, another teaches the Bible story and a third asks review questions. Then we all head to an open space for a game or two. After chatting with the adults for a half hour after the service, we head back to the car, some kids running ahead to plaster their faces against the windows, others fighting over who gets to help carry our bags for us. We wave good-bye and start the hour-long trek back home as all the kids yell, “bah-eeeee!” (Bye).