As I intimated in my
last post, SO MUCH happened that concerned us. We’d probably have
to write a hundred parts to share it all. Quite a few persons have
suggested writing a book; we’re considering the idea. In any case,
what tipped things over the edge surrounded a box of powdered soy
milk.
We had our share of
gastrointestinal problems while at Siparuta Mission Academy. But
when one travels to South America, one tends to expect a little
stomach bug now and again—even if it’s just related to adjusting
to new foods. The most disconcerting, however, was the sickness our
son started having after we’d been at the school for about 6 weeks,
or so. He would wake up in the wee hours of the morning with
projectile vomiting that had a very strange smell (not the usual sour
stomach acid type smell). It would sound like he was heaving up his
entire gastro tract. Then he would have a few episodes of diarrhea
afterwards that smelled the same. Sometimes he would go through a
second round. Jermaine found that he would also have episodes in
which he would belch that same smell and have gastro upset. We were
truly puzzled as to the source.
Over the end of year
holiday break, when we were finally granted the privilege of
preparing our own meals, we were able to narrow down possible causes
of this illness. One day, Jermaine was inspired to look at the label
on the box of soy milk we had been using. I had noticed that
whenever I used it, there was this horrible bitter aftertaste in my
mouth. We could not believe it when we saw the expiry date on that
box. This was in December of 2013, and the milk had been expired
from February 2013. We stopped using it right away and our son never
had that problem again.
At the earliest
possible time, we informed Granny about it and she said she would
take it and use it. When the Lawrences returned from their time
away, we also told them about it. We thought the matter was done
there. We were no longer eating meals with the rest of campus which
helped to improve our health. Our children started putting on
weight, and we had the energy we needed to sustain the physical labor
involved in the lifestyle there.
The second to last
Tuesday in January, after recognizing that the dorm girls, who now
lived on the floor above us, seemed to be having some gastro
problems, and querying whether they had indeed been having diarrhea
or any other tummy issues—which a couple of them confirmed—Jermaine
went to speak to Mrs. Lawrence. He asked if they were still using
that box of expired soy milk. She said yes. He shared his concerns
that the milk may have been affecting the girls as it had affected
us. She played it off, saying that they were probably just having
their period and that they ate too many mangoes. When he shared with
me her response, we determined that it couldn’t rest like that.
Parents had put these people in charge of their precious children and
they were being irresponsible. I walked down to the kitchen, hoping
to prevent them from putting the soy milk in the porridge they
usually made for breakfast. Miss Jaye, one of the teachers that had
come on staff full time in January, and who had been given charge of
the kitchen during her time on campus at the end of last year, was in
the kitchen cooking something when I arrived. I said to her that I
didn’t know if she was aware, but that the soy milk was expired. I
showed her the date on the label of the box, which was sitting on a
shelf right beside her. She was appalled and said that she wouldn’t
use it any more.
Around midday, Granny
traipsed over to our house on one of her rare trips to visit the
girls upstairs. Not long after my husband left the house to walk
over to the school for his afternoon classes, Granny came downstairs,
walked around the back of the house, and started calling my name very
loudly as she came around the side of the house. I was just putting
my children for a nap, so I was delayed in going to the door. When I
opened it, she was already walking away from the house. I called to
her, thinking there must have been some important reason for her
behavior. She turned back and, looking at me with disdain, and
apparently feeling very pleased with herself, she said, “Your house
is filthy.” I didn’t respond to her. Then she walked away. I
came inside and closed the door and picked up my Bible and prayed.
The only things I thought she could be referring to was the pile of
clothes on the veranda we had sorted from our things to give away,
and the things the children had been playing with outside. They had
also, over the weeks, pushed a lot of things through the boards
forming the floor of the veranda, as the spaces between were very
wide. But beyond that, I realized she just wanted to be mean.
Not long after that,
she came back to the house, again calling me loudly from outside.
She must have realized I was by the kitchen window because she stood
right out there to speak to me. She informed me that we would be
having a meeting at 2:30 to discuss the soy milk issue. I said,
“Okay” and she left. My husband came into the house on the heels
of that incident. He said when he saw Granny step past him at school
and start heading over to the house, he took a break from class to
come over and find out what was going on. You see, Granny had a
penchant for antagonizing me about things home-related, and he
suspected she was up to no good. She met him on her way back and
told him about the meeting and that we needed to discuss the
authority on campus, and respecting that.
I was in the midst of
preparing our afternoon meal, so I continued to do that, and when
Jermaine came over after school, he helped me get the children
together to go to this meeting. The children were rushed out of
school once the day ended, and Granny stood over at the school
building yelling our names across campus and also screaming, “TIME!
TIME!” Eventually, she and the Lawrences walked over to our house
to have the meeting there. We asked them if they couldn’t just
wait for us at the school. There was no place for us to meet at our
house and we had already put on the children’s clothes and were
about to go out the door. Granny decided to just cancel the meeting,
sending the Lawrences away. She told us she had decided to allow the
GAMAS board to deal with the situation. So, we were waiting to be
informed about the date of that meeting.
The next day, Jermaine
was pumping water and had to go over to the electrical room to check
something. He heard Granny, and Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence slandering us
to persons on phone and radio in the house upstairs. He came back
home, and as expected, Granny came over to the house some time after.
She said the GAMAS board had made the decision that we were to leave
on the next boat possible. We told her that they could ask us to
leave the campus, but not the village. Only the village council
could order us to leave. We were told that the board would be
writing a letter about their decision, so we told Granny that we
would wait for said letter. Jermaine was told that he was to stop
teaching immediately. Since he had class in a short while, he asked
for the privilege to go to his class and tell them that he was being
asked to leave the school. He asked her to give the reasons why we
were being asked to leave so that he could convey a consistent
message with what they would be telling persons. She eventually
settled on three things:
1.
We’re not fit for the work
2.
Our beliefs are not in keeping with those of Siparuta Mission Academy
3.
We’re a bad influence on the staff and students.
Jermaine went to class
after that and relayed to the students that our family was being
asked to leave as soon as possible. He prayed with them and then
left. The class of six girls broke down crying and Granny quickly
came in and took over the class. The next day the entire class was
absent from school protesting the school/board’s decision. In fact,
one of the girls had to be taken to the health center with severe
migraines because she was so upset and crying. When most of the class
returned the following day they were given quite the tongue lashing
by Mrs. Lawrence.
This began a very
hectic week and a half for us. We were called into a meeting with
Granny and the Lawrences by the village council. The council was
carbon copied on the letter that Pastor Ash wrote to us on behalf of
the GAMAS board. A board member himself, he had become privy to a
lot of the issues on campus when he’d come to mediate on the first
weekend in January. We were quite open with him about the problems
and the deep spiritual issues evident by how the SMA/project was
being run. They were upset about the letter because they had been in
the dark about there being issues at the school, and also because
they pointed out that the letter made it seem like GAMAS was involved
in human trafficking, as it asked us to move up our return flight and
make our way to Georgetown immediately, where we’d be given
temporary housing and transported to the International Airport to be
sent back to Jamaica. More in the next post.
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