Remembering each other this Advent Season

As we prepare for the celebration day of the Nativity of our Lord…

The cooking, the celebrations, the joyous times with family and friends…

NHA Cookies made by our Nazareth House, Bogart (Athens) Georgia

Let’s remember to keep going, the work we do in Sierra Leone…

Remembering to provide for our school so that our students at NHA School, Kabala

are fully equipped for a proper education

Remembering to provide the needs for those who depend on us for medical treatment…


Remember the families ….without electricity, without running water …who look forward to each Supply Distribution received from NHA.

Remember the children who NEED you…

Remember to keep the donations coming in so that the love, the caring so generously given by all of you in NHA can be continued

Feed the mailbox with your donations of love so that NHA can fully serve the people of Sierra Leone.

This Christmas give the gift of bettering another’s life, give today.  Don’t fall trap to the secular glitz of this time of year, remember… remember what it is really all about………

Nazareth House Apostolate
185 Captains Cove Drive
Taylorsville, KY 40071
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Two Worlds Collide

Two Worlds Collide
by Ray Akridge, Jr.


There are times when we believe that the world in which we live is the only world. And if you are one of those who believe this, your eyes have been wide shut. Allow me now to awaken you from your dream. 
I have gazed into the eyes of that other world and realized its existence through the story in which they told.
The privilege came on the night of our Thanksgiving. There had only been pictures and stories of this other world. It was a world that I knew but had never known. The two worlds had finally collided. Within this explosion I found kindness, sincerity, innocence, awareness and love. I had found West Africa and Sierra Leone had found me.
A week of friendship grew as our conversations unfolded realities. Both worlds were missing home for neither one were truly there. Therefore our stories claimed there respective worlds. I remember vividly my fondness for a spiritually non-morbid and even mystical place I had come upon while driving the country roads of Kentucky. 
A cemetery that laid upon a hill where sound did not exist. A place serenely beautiful and even awe inspiring among a marble blue sky and crisp temperatures beyond the sensate world. A place of respect and stillness that allowed prayers to live among the resting.
The voice of Sierra Leone speaks of a different cemetery that resonates sounds and acts of the unimaginable. There is not such a place that the resting may rest. The sky is not quite as blue. 
Inspiration is not as abundant. And, within the night, there is no stillness or respect. The sanctity of the living does not exist as the final resting places are violated, personal effects stolen and even the eternal garments of ancestors are worn by the unholy before the sun rises. 
These acts are atrocities of the soul. They do exist within this other world. I have seen them through the eyes of Sierra Leone. 
I have seen this world within the eyes of my dear friend, James Mansaray. And, my world, is of no concern.


Your prayers for sanctity and righteousness as well as your generous donations to Nazareth House Apostolate will only allow these worlds to become one.      -RA


 The above writing by Ray Akridge, Jr., (from our NHA-Athens, GA chapter) reflects the meeting between he and James and the differences in the lives of those living in Sierra Leone and here in America.  

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Two Worlds Collide

Two Worlds Collide
by Ray Akridge, Jr.


There are times when we believe that the world in which we live is the only world. And if you are one of those who believe this, your eyes have been wide shut. Allow me now to awaken you from your dream. 
I have gazed into the eyes of that other world and realized its existence through the story in which they told.
The privilege came on the night of our Thanksgiving. There had only been pictures and stories of this other world. It was a world that I knew but had never known. The two worlds had finally collided. Within this explosion I found kindness, sincerity, innocence, awareness and love. I had found West Africa and Sierra Leone had found me.
A week of friendship grew as our conversations unfolded realities. Both worlds were missing home for neither one were truly there. Therefore our stories claimed there respective worlds. I remember vividly my fondness for a spiritually non-morbid and even mystical place I had come upon while driving the country roads of Kentucky. 
A cemetery that laid upon a hill where sound did not exist. A place serenely beautiful and even awe inspiring among a marble blue sky and crisp temperatures beyond the sensate world. A place of respect and stillness that allowed prayers to live among the resting.
The voice of Sierra Leone speaks of a different cemetery that resonates sounds and acts of the unimaginable. There is not such a place that the resting may rest. The sky is not quite as blue. 
Inspiration is not as abundant. And, within the night, there is no stillness or respect. The sanctity of the living does not exist as the final resting places are violated, personal effects stolen and even the eternal garments of ancestors are worn by the unholy before the sun rises. 
These acts are atrocities of the soul. They do exist within this other world. I have seen them through the eyes of Sierra Leone. 
I have seen this world within the eyes of my dear friend, James Mansaray. And, my world, is of no concern.


Your prayers for sanctity and righteousness as well as your generous donations to Nazareth House Apostolate will only allow these worlds to become one.      -RA


 The above writing by Ray Akridge, Jr., (from our NHA-Athens, GA chapter) reflects the meeting between he and James and the differences in the lives of those living in Sierra Leone and here in America.  

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Two Worlds Collide

Two Worlds Collide
by Ray Akridge, Jr.


There are times when we believe that the world in which we live is the only world. And if you are one of those who believe this, your eyes have been wide shut. Allow me now to awaken you from your dream. 
I have gazed into the eyes of that other world and realized its existence through the story in which they told.
The privilege came on the night of our Thanksgiving. There had only been pictures and stories of this other world. It was a world that I knew but had never known. The two worlds had finally collided. Within this explosion I found kindness, sincerity, innocence, awareness and love. I had found West Africa and Sierra Leone had found me.
A week of friendship grew as our conversations unfolded realities. Both worlds were missing home for neither one were truly there. Therefore our stories claimed there respective worlds. I remember vividly my fondness for a spiritually non-morbid and even mystical place I had come upon while driving the country roads of Kentucky. 
A cemetery that laid upon a hill where sound did not exist. A place serenely beautiful and even awe inspiring among a marble blue sky and crisp temperatures beyond the sensate world. A place of respect and stillness that allowed prayers to live among the resting.
The voice of Sierra Leone speaks of a different cemetery that resonates sounds and acts of the unimaginable. There is not such a place that the resting may rest. The sky is not quite as blue. 
Inspiration is not as abundant. And, within the night, there is no stillness or respect. The sanctity of the living does not exist as the final resting places are violated, personal effects stolen and even the eternal garments of ancestors are worn by the unholy before the sun rises. 
These acts are atrocities of the soul. They do exist within this other world. I have seen them through the eyes of Sierra Leone. 
I have seen this world within the eyes of my dear friend, James Mansaray. And, my world, is of no concern.


Your prayers for sanctity and righteousness as well as your generous donations to Nazareth House Apostolate will only allow these worlds to become one.      -RA


 The above writing by Ray Akridge, Jr., (from our NHA-Athens, GA chapter) reflects the meeting between he and James and the differences in the lives of those living in Sierra Leone and here in America.  

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James gets first complete medical physical in his life…

One of the goals of bringing James to America was to give him a complete medical check up since he has been working so hard under not so good conditions.   It is not easy to maintain good health in a country where medical facilities are sparsely supplied and medical staff hindered by the lack.  
James delivering supplies from Nazareth House Apostolate to Kroo Bay Clinic, Freetown, SL

As James waits in the waiting room, he thinks about back home in Sierra Leone.  His wait was short compared to the hours and hours a patient waits to see a doctor in Salone.  …and then sometimes having not been seen, the patient will have to return tomorrow in hopes of a chance to be attended by a physician.

A bit apprehensive James waits to see what is in store for him.
Yesterday, at Clark County Family Medical Facility in Indiana, the doctor and staff gave James a complete physical including lab work.  
Pulse:  normal
This Medical Clinic has long been supporters of NHA 
and we are most grateful for them.  The doctor checks him out…
a flu shot is ordered
James was not alone in getting a flu shot, Seraphim received one, too. 
James was a very good patient and received a Christmas Lollypop!
Next an ECG was ordered.  James had no idea what this entailed or what it was for.  
A misspell on his name, but James is ready for testing….
Wired and test activated, results proved normal

I was delighted in that at each test, results were normal.   For a young man who has had chronic bouts of malaria, suffered chlorea, had Yellow Fever and Typhoid,  James seems to be considerably healthy.   

From the Clinic in Clarksville we had orders for lab work at the hospital, so it was off to the hospital.   

James was astonished, “This is a hospital, mom?”  “Oh, it looks like a fancy hotel!” 


James got a dose of our “red tape” as we registered him at the hospital, complete with Hospital I.D. bracelet, etc.   He was shocked at how quickly and professional the experience was. 
James was amazed by the friendly, caring, respectful attention he received.

Being a West African, used to sweltering heat, James has suffered from the cold here in Kentucky.   The temperatures have been well below freezing and despite the bright sunshine, James teeth perpetually chatter – even bundled up.   You’ll notice during the ECG he kept his gloves on!
During the blood tests, in the coolness of the hospital room, he started shaking with cold. 

His veins kept rolling so the technician could not get a good sample
So, rather than hurting him with multiple sticks, she decided to do a finger prick.
Problem was – ice cold fingers! 
Problem was solved by a heat wrap (the kind they use on baby’s feet to warm them up) on James’ finger
Then his finger was massaged until the vial was filled, one drop at a time!  A urine sample and we were free to leave.  We’ll hear the results in a few days.    Next test was for James was to figure out the revolving doors of the hospital….
“Mama, I don’t have to push?  These doors just go round and round by themselves?” 
Mission accomplished, medical tests and merry-go-round doors all completed in one day…. time to go back to the St. Simeon Skete. 
As James ponders the day’s events, he again considers the Healthcare in his country.  Such a huge gap in the way things are here and they way they are there…  
No hospital bed or examining table, a child lies on a table.

Being sick is a scary thing in Sierra Leone, simple illnesses without treatment become life threatening. 

Preventative medicine is “out of the question”, a rarity.   James and the others that NHA serves and cares for are getting a chance through your kindness, the supplies and donations; but we have so much more to do.

…so many more to help…

We can’t pretend to be the only answer in helping out the people by helping out their medical clinics with supplies and assistance….

but we can be a positive contribution towards bettering lives by doing all that we can, changing things one person, one facility,

one life at a time.   Its the Season of Giving….  do we really need another IPOD or electronic gadget

or would we rather give to something that makes a difference?

Isn’t that what real giving is all about………..

serving, loving, being there for those who do not have the opportunities as we have?

It doesn’t take much, please consider making a donation to Nazareth House Apostolate.  Take it a step further and join in making a monthly donation to NHA.

A $25 per month donation will go a long way in bettering lives of those who suffer daily just to exist.

“Live simply so that others may simply live!”
Donate through the Paypal link on our website
or mail your donations to:
NHA
185 Captains Cove Drive
Taylorsville, KY 40071
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James gets first complete medical physical in his life…

One of the goals of bringing James to America was to give him a complete medical check up since he has been working so hard under not so good conditions.   It is not easy to maintain good health in a country where medical facilities are sparsely supplied and medical staff hindered by the lack.  
James delivering supplies from Nazareth House Apostolate to Kroo Bay Clinic, Freetown, SL

As James waits in the waiting room, he thinks about back home in Sierra Leone.  His wait was short compared to the hours and hours a patient waits to see a doctor in Salone.  …and then sometimes having not been seen, the patient will have to return tomorrow in hopes of a chance to be attended by a physician.

A bit apprehensive James waits to see what is in store for him.
Yesterday, at Clark County Family Medical Facility in Indiana, the doctor and staff gave James a complete physical including lab work.  
Pulse:  normal
This Medical Clinic has long been supporters of NHA 
and we are most grateful for them.  The doctor checks him out…
a flu shot is ordered
James was not alone in getting a flu shot, Seraphim received one, too. 
James was a very good patient and received a Christmas Lollypop!
Next an ECG was ordered.  James had no idea what this entailed or what it was for.  
A misspell on his name, but James is ready for testing….
Wired and test activated, results proved normal

I was delighted in that at each test, results were normal.   For a young man who has had chronic bouts of malaria, suffered chlorea, had Yellow Fever and Typhoid,  James seems to be considerably healthy.   

From the Clinic in Clarksville we had orders for lab work at the hospital, so it was off to the hospital.   

James was astonished, “This is a hospital, mom?”  “Oh, it looks like a fancy hotel!” 


James got a dose of our “red tape” as we registered him at the hospital, complete with Hospital I.D. bracelet, etc.   He was shocked at how quickly and professional the experience was. 
James was amazed by the friendly, caring, respectful attention he received.

Being a West African, used to sweltering heat, James has suffered from the cold here in Kentucky.   The temperatures have been well below freezing and despite the bright sunshine, James teeth perpetually chatter – even bundled up.   You’ll notice during the ECG he kept his gloves on!
During the blood tests, in the coolness of the hospital room, he started shaking with cold. 

His veins kept rolling so the technician could not get a good sample
So, rather than hurting him with multiple sticks, she decided to do a finger prick.
Problem was – ice cold fingers! 
Problem was solved by a heat wrap (the kind they use on baby’s feet to warm them up) on James’ finger
Then his finger was massaged until the vial was filled, one drop at a time!  A urine sample and we were free to leave.  We’ll hear the results in a few days.    Next test was for James was to figure out the revolving doors of the hospital….
“Mama, I don’t have to push?  These doors just go round and round by themselves?” 
Mission accomplished, medical tests and merry-go-round doors all completed in one day…. time to go back to the St. Simeon Skete. 
As James ponders the day’s events, he again considers the Healthcare in his country.  Such a huge gap in the way things are here and they way they are there…  
No hospital bed or examining table, a child lies on a table.

Being sick is a scary thing in Sierra Leone, simple illnesses without treatment become life threatening. 

Preventative medicine is “out of the question”, a rarity.   James and the others that NHA serves and cares for are getting a chance through your kindness, the supplies and donations; but we have so much more to do.

…so many more to help…

We can’t pretend to be the only answer in helping out the people by helping out their medical clinics with supplies and assistance….

but we can be a positive contribution towards bettering lives by doing all that we can, changing things one person, one facility,

one life at a time.   Its the Season of Giving….  do we really need another IPOD or electronic gadget

or would we rather give to something that makes a difference?

Isn’t that what real giving is all about………..

serving, loving, being there for those who do not have the opportunities as we have?

It doesn’t take much, please consider making a donation to Nazareth House Apostolate.  Take it a step further and join in making a monthly donation to NHA.

A $25 per month donation will go a long way in bettering lives of those who suffer daily just to exist.

“Live simply so that others may simply live!”
Donate through the Paypal link on our website
or mail your donations to:
NHA
185 Captains Cove Drive
Taylorsville, KY 40071
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James gets first complete medical physical in his life…

One of the goals of bringing James to America was to give him a complete medical check up since he has been working so hard under not so good conditions.   It is not easy to maintain good health in a country where medical facilities are sparsely supplied and medical staff hindered by the lack.  
James delivering supplies from Nazareth House Apostolate to Kroo Bay Clinic, Freetown, SL

As James waits in the waiting room, he thinks about back home in Sierra Leone.  His wait was short compared to the hours and hours a patient waits to see a doctor in Salone.  …and then sometimes having not been seen, the patient will have to return tomorrow in hopes of a chance to be attended by a physician.

A bit apprehensive James waits to see what is in store for him.
Yesterday, at Clark County Family Medical Facility in Indiana, the doctor and staff gave James a complete physical including lab work.  
Pulse:  normal
This Medical Clinic has long been supporters of NHA 
and we are most grateful for them.  The doctor checks him out…
a flu shot is ordered
James was not alone in getting a flu shot, Seraphim received one, too. 
James was a very good patient and received a Christmas Lollypop!
Next an ECG was ordered.  James had no idea what this entailed or what it was for.  
A misspell on his name, but James is ready for testing….
Wired and test activated, results proved normal

I was delighted in that at each test, results were normal.   For a young man who has had chronic bouts of malaria, suffered chlorea, had Yellow Fever and Typhoid,  James seems to be considerably healthy.   

From the Clinic in Clarksville we had orders for lab work at the hospital, so it was off to the hospital.   

James was astonished, “This is a hospital, mom?”  “Oh, it looks like a fancy hotel!” 


James got a dose of our “red tape” as we registered him at the hospital, complete with Hospital I.D. bracelet, etc.   He was shocked at how quickly and professional the experience was. 
James was amazed by the friendly, caring, respectful attention he received.

Being a West African, used to sweltering heat, James has suffered from the cold here in Kentucky.   The temperatures have been well below freezing and despite the bright sunshine, James teeth perpetually chatter – even bundled up.   You’ll notice during the ECG he kept his gloves on!
During the blood tests, in the coolness of the hospital room, he started shaking with cold. 

His veins kept rolling so the technician could not get a good sample
So, rather than hurting him with multiple sticks, she decided to do a finger prick.
Problem was – ice cold fingers! 
Problem was solved by a heat wrap (the kind they use on baby’s feet to warm them up) on James’ finger
Then his finger was massaged until the vial was filled, one drop at a time!  A urine sample and we were free to leave.  We’ll hear the results in a few days.    Next test was for James was to figure out the revolving doors of the hospital….
“Mama, I don’t have to push?  These doors just go round and round by themselves?” 
Mission accomplished, medical tests and merry-go-round doors all completed in one day…. time to go back to the St. Simeon Skete. 
As James ponders the day’s events, he again considers the Healthcare in his country.  Such a huge gap in the way things are here and they way they are there…  
No hospital bed or examining table, a child lies on a table.

Being sick is a scary thing in Sierra Leone, simple illnesses without treatment become life threatening. 

Preventative medicine is “out of the question”, a rarity.   James and the others that NHA serves and cares for are getting a chance through your kindness, the supplies and donations; but we have so much more to do.

…so many more to help…

We can’t pretend to be the only answer in helping out the people by helping out their medical clinics with supplies and assistance….

but we can be a positive contribution towards bettering lives by doing all that we can, changing things one person, one facility,

one life at a time.   Its the Season of Giving….  do we really need another IPOD or electronic gadget

or would we rather give to something that makes a difference?

Isn’t that what real giving is all about………..

serving, loving, being there for those who do not have the opportunities as we have?

It doesn’t take much, please consider making a donation to Nazareth House Apostolate.  Take it a step further and join in making a monthly donation to NHA.

A $25 per month donation will go a long way in bettering lives of those who suffer daily just to exist.

“Live simply so that others may simply live!”
Donate through the Paypal link on our website
or mail your donations to:
NHA
185 Captains Cove Drive
Taylorsville, KY 40071
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Life is different from My Country…

By James Mansaray
Freetown, Sierra Leone 
(visiting America(
Today marks exactly 14 days since I left my beloved Mama Salone.  I find myself nowhere else but here in COLD and snow bound Kentucky. Luckily for me, having known and work with Fr. Seraphim and Mama Vicki for ten plus years through Nazareth House Apostolate, they have provided a warm place for me to stay in America and warm clothes on my back. Only God knows how much love I have in my hearts for these guys and  having been here for several days now makes me to love them more.  My love for America is great.  I thank you all for your hospitality, I feel so welcomed and loved.  
It is good and fun to be here but I can’t wait to go back home to Sierra Leone.  Seraphim and Mama Vicki are simple but there is so much out there in America that I am seeing.  Truly, I am enjoying all the muchness and stuffs you have here, but I miss sitting with my people in the villages of Sierra Leone peacefully sharing a bowl of rice and cassava leaf. 
Those honest Sierra Leoneans who might read this, know exactly what am talking about. There is something peaceful and beautiful about simplicity.
 And when I call my people ‘SIMPLE’ I don’t mean that they are ignorant, they are very ingenious in that every day they creatively exist on what they can do with their own two hands and feet, carrying heavy loads on their heads, no big fancy cars to haul their wares.  
They boil water and if they are lucky soak a teabag in it to obtain some energy from caffeine; they have no places like Starbucks to receive coffee without even getting out of their cars. 
Sometimes a stop for a fresh cold tropical coconut juice that cost nearly nothing compared to the price of a cup of coffee here seems too hard for some to afford.   
School boys and girls fend for themselves to find a way to school every morning either on foot or if they could lucky catch a ride half way and walk the rest. 
Children happily sharing whatever little is placed on the table for them by their parents. 
They don’t have all the choices I see here in this big modern Country but yet, these kids, they are always satisfied to have whatever there is to put into their bellies.  Men and woman and children…
 work their way out everyday in the sun to making a living etc.
Just the other day Mama Vicki took me to the bank and we didn’t have to get out of the car and we never really look at the lady working there for she was on a TV monitor talking at us through a speaker. In salone, there are banks in Freetown town and some of the big towns, but there you have to walk in and personally talk to the teller. In places like Kabala and beyond, you just hide whatever tiny bit of money you have in your pocket.
To be honest to myself, here I have slept eight hours straight through every night. Something that I had never dream of in Freetown.  For so many years,  I must stay awake all night (only sleeping an hour here and another hour there) because I have a responsibility to guard my house well from night carpenters (thieves), fighting killer mosquitoes or wiping sweat all night from the humid hot in the rooms. I am so thankful for the chance to finally catch up on rest. 
Another encounter was the movie theatre here. The gigantic screen was too much and scary. The movie was about a train that never stops. The sound was so loud that I thought the train was coming. I kept looking around, but Claudio my friend told me there was something called ‘surround sound’ that makes it feel like you are in the movie. At one point in time I almost hop out of my seat looking for an escape route.
There is one thing that  I don’t miss and that is the Internet service in Salone.  Wow!,I absolutely love the fast speed internet here.  That I will terribly miss when I return home.
Today I will be meeting up with my American Sister, Aleica and her family to do some shopping.  I need to get a sport coat to wear for dress up and to church.  
I’m a bit apprehensive, there are so many choices that it is overwhelming.  It confuses the head.  Maybe there will be one coat in my size and it will be my only choice.  I will feel more comfortable with that…     
More later,
I love you all…
….and don’t forget, just because I am here, doesn’t mean my people in Salone don’t need your help.  My wife and Pa Foday are picking up the slack while I am absent.  The work of NHA continues…it is ongoing.
People still need food, they still need medical aid, we still need that NHA Compound.   
Please send some money toward Nazareth House Apostolate and all the good work today.  Thank you. 
-James



 
Oh Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God Have Mercy upon me a Sinner.

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Life is different from My Country…

By James Mansaray
Freetown, Sierra Leone 
(visiting America(
Today marks exactly 14 days since I left my beloved Mama Salone.  I find myself nowhere else but here in COLD and snow bound Kentucky. Luckily for me, having known and work with Fr. Seraphim and Mama Vicki for ten plus years through Nazareth House Apostolate, they have provided a warm place for me to stay in America and warm clothes on my back. Only God knows how much love I have in my hearts for these guys and  having been here for several days now makes me to love them more.  My love for America is great.  I thank you all for your hospitality, I feel so welcomed and loved.  
It is good and fun to be here but I can’t wait to go back home to Sierra Leone.  Seraphim and Mama Vicki are simple but there is so much out there in America that I am seeing.  Truly, I am enjoying all the muchness and stuffs you have here, but I miss sitting with my people in the villages of Sierra Leone peacefully sharing a bowl of rice and cassava leaf. 
Those honest Sierra Leoneans who might read this, know exactly what am talking about. There is something peaceful and beautiful about simplicity.
 And when I call my people ‘SIMPLE’ I don’t mean that they are ignorant, they are very ingenious in that every day they creatively exist on what they can do with their own two hands and feet, carrying heavy loads on their heads, no big fancy cars to haul their wares.  
They boil water and if they are lucky soak a teabag in it to obtain some energy from caffeine; they have no places like Starbucks to receive coffee without even getting out of their cars. 
Sometimes a stop for a fresh cold tropical coconut juice that cost nearly nothing compared to the price of a cup of coffee here seems too hard for some to afford.   
School boys and girls fend for themselves to find a way to school every morning either on foot or if they could lucky catch a ride half way and walk the rest. 
Children happily sharing whatever little is placed on the table for them by their parents. 
They don’t have all the choices I see here in this big modern Country but yet, these kids, they are always satisfied to have whatever there is to put into their bellies.  Men and woman and children…
 work their way out everyday in the sun to making a living etc.
Just the other day Mama Vicki took me to the bank and we didn’t have to get out of the car and we never really look at the lady working there for she was on a TV monitor talking at us through a speaker. In salone, there are banks in Freetown town and some of the big towns, but there you have to walk in and personally talk to the teller. In places like Kabala and beyond, you just hide whatever tiny bit of money you have in your pocket.
To be honest to myself, here I have slept eight hours straight through every night. Something that I had never dream of in Freetown.  For so many years,  I must stay awake all night (only sleeping an hour here and another hour there) because I have a responsibility to guard my house well from night carpenters (thieves), fighting killer mosquitoes or wiping sweat all night from the humid hot in the rooms. I am so thankful for the chance to finally catch up on rest. 
Another encounter was the movie theatre here. The gigantic screen was too much and scary. The movie was about a train that never stops. The sound was so loud that I thought the train was coming. I kept looking around, but Claudio my friend told me there was something called ‘surround sound’ that makes it feel like you are in the movie. At one point in time I almost hop out of my seat looking for an escape route.
There is one thing that  I don’t miss and that is the Internet service in Salone.  Wow!,I absolutely love the fast speed internet here.  That I will terribly miss when I return home.
Today I will be meeting up with my American Sister, Aleica and her family to do some shopping.  I need to get a sport coat to wear for dress up and to church.  
I’m a bit apprehensive, there are so many choices that it is overwhelming.  It confuses the head.  Maybe there will be one coat in my size and it will be my only choice.  I will feel more comfortable with that…     
More later,
I love you all…
….and don’t forget, just because I am here, doesn’t mean my people in Salone don’t need your help.  My wife and Pa Foday are picking up the slack while I am absent.  The work of NHA continues…it is ongoing.
People still need food, they still need medical aid, we still need that NHA Compound.   
Please send some money toward Nazareth House Apostolate and all the good work today.  Thank you. 
-James



 
Oh Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God Have Mercy upon me a Sinner.

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Life is different from My Country…

By James Mansaray
Freetown, Sierra Leone 
(visiting America(
Today marks exactly 14 days since I left my beloved Mama Salone.  I find myself nowhere else but here in COLD and snow bound Kentucky. Luckily for me, having known and work with Fr. Seraphim and Mama Vicki for ten plus years through Nazareth House Apostolate, they have provided a warm place for me to stay in America and warm clothes on my back. Only God knows how much love I have in my hearts for these guys and  having been here for several days now makes me to love them more.  My love for America is great.  I thank you all for your hospitality, I feel so welcomed and loved.  
It is good and fun to be here but I can’t wait to go back home to Sierra Leone.  Seraphim and Mama Vicki are simple but there is so much out there in America that I am seeing.  Truly, I am enjoying all the muchness and stuffs you have here, but I miss sitting with my people in the villages of Sierra Leone peacefully sharing a bowl of rice and cassava leaf. 
Those honest Sierra Leoneans who might read this, know exactly what am talking about. There is something peaceful and beautiful about simplicity.
 And when I call my people ‘SIMPLE’ I don’t mean that they are ignorant, they are very ingenious in that every day they creatively exist on what they can do with their own two hands and feet, carrying heavy loads on their heads, no big fancy cars to haul their wares.  
They boil water and if they are lucky soak a teabag in it to obtain some energy from caffeine; they have no places like Starbucks to receive coffee without even getting out of their cars. 
Sometimes a stop for a fresh cold tropical coconut juice that cost nearly nothing compared to the price of a cup of coffee here seems too hard for some to afford.   
School boys and girls fend for themselves to find a way to school every morning either on foot or if they could lucky catch a ride half way and walk the rest. 
Children happily sharing whatever little is placed on the table for them by their parents. 
They don’t have all the choices I see here in this big modern Country but yet, these kids, they are always satisfied to have whatever there is to put into their bellies.  Men and woman and children…
 work their way out everyday in the sun to making a living etc.
Just the other day Mama Vicki took me to the bank and we didn’t have to get out of the car and we never really look at the lady working there for she was on a TV monitor talking at us through a speaker. In salone, there are banks in Freetown town and some of the big towns, but there you have to walk in and personally talk to the teller. In places like Kabala and beyond, you just hide whatever tiny bit of money you have in your pocket.
To be honest to myself, here I have slept eight hours straight through every night. Something that I had never dream of in Freetown.  For so many years,  I must stay awake all night (only sleeping an hour here and another hour there) because I have a responsibility to guard my house well from night carpenters (thieves), fighting killer mosquitoes or wiping sweat all night from the humid hot in the rooms. I am so thankful for the chance to finally catch up on rest. 
Another encounter was the movie theatre here. The gigantic screen was too much and scary. The movie was about a train that never stops. The sound was so loud that I thought the train was coming. I kept looking around, but Claudio my friend told me there was something called ‘surround sound’ that makes it feel like you are in the movie. At one point in time I almost hop out of my seat looking for an escape route.
There is one thing that  I don’t miss and that is the Internet service in Salone.  Wow!,I absolutely love the fast speed internet here.  That I will terribly miss when I return home.
Today I will be meeting up with my American Sister, Aleica and her family to do some shopping.  I need to get a sport coat to wear for dress up and to church.  
I’m a bit apprehensive, there are so many choices that it is overwhelming.  It confuses the head.  Maybe there will be one coat in my size and it will be my only choice.  I will feel more comfortable with that…     
More later,
I love you all…
….and don’t forget, just because I am here, doesn’t mean my people in Salone don’t need your help.  My wife and Pa Foday are picking up the slack while I am absent.  The work of NHA continues…it is ongoing.
People still need food, they still need medical aid, we still need that NHA Compound.   
Please send some money toward Nazareth House Apostolate and all the good work today.  Thank you. 
-James



 
Oh Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God Have Mercy upon me a Sinner.

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