|Sign language section|
Speaking of Chinese, recently, a group was established in Georgetown. They have four Chinese unbaptized publishers and one baptized. If only, my Dad taught me some Chinese! Oh well, I'm pretty stuck to ASL anyway.
|Jamacia & Niasha, deaf students|
The other day there was one of those moments that I will always remember. We were on a minibus going to New Amsterdam. We have talked about the joys of public transportation in Guyana, crowded, hot and frustrating. It was a typical ride, the bus was full, yet they squeezed one more person in Jaide's row. Making a Jaide sandwich, with two old Aunties on each side of her. The driver was taking his sweet time, stopping to run errands every few minutes. We stopped so he could air up his tires. Jaide, who is in the row in front of me, turns her head ever so slowly with a sweet smile on her face. I expect her to make a comment about needing patience. Instead with that sweet smile still on her face, she finger spells B.O. (body odor) still with the smile on her face, she slowly turns to face forward again. I couldn't help but laugh. Poor Jaide was literally stuck to a person with bad stink. Another adventure in transportation in Guyana!
Guyanese word of the day: Sweet meats. What is that? Bacon dipped in syrup? Honey glazed ham? Chocolate covered grasshoppers? No. Translation: sweet pastries. You know, they are like meats. . . I guess.