I'm offically a Swazi. . . my new name is Jabulani

I think I’m going to cancel my flight home and just stay here in Swaziland. I love Swaziland and Children’s Cup way too much to leave. . .

A few weeks ago I went with a team to “Lomahasha” a rural community about two hours away from Mbabane (where I stay). Our purpose for traveling to Lomahasha was to do power camps in three care points. Power camp is very similar to Vacation Bible School we did games, crafts, snacks, Bible stories and many other activities. My personal responsibility was to work games. I wasn’t too crazy about the idea at first, playing games in the middle of the blistering sun. But after the first group came to our station to play I was confident I was right where I needed to be. We played many different games with a parachute. My favorite game was the “Lion game”. All the kids would sit on the ground around the parachute and cover their feet with the parachute. Then all the children were given strict instructions that they can’t look under the parachute no matter what happens. :-) After all feet are under the parachute I would pretend I was a lion and I would go under the parachute and pull the kids under the parachute. They would all start laughing so hard as they wait in anticipation if they will be next to pulled under. But while I’m pulling them under there is another teacher walking around the parachute trying to “save” the kids from the hungry lion. The kids would scream, “Help! The lion has me” and the teacher would run to the rescue. It was a great game all the kids LOVED. After playing the game we would explain the significance behind it. You see the lion represented the devil. He wants to devour us and to hurt us. And when the devil comes to try to get us if we call on Jesus (the other teacher) he will come and rescue us.

This past Saturday I had the incredible opportunity to build a mud house. It was a dive straight into Swazi culture. We dug dirt from the earth until there was a huge pile of dirt next to the structure where the house was being built. Then we would go downhill and fetch water from a stream. We would put the huge jugs on our heads and carry the water uphill and mix the water with the dirt. We mixed the dirt and the water making mud then we threw the mud on this stick structure.

If you have been following my blog you will know that some of the locals call me “cheese boy”. Well after working on the house this day one of the guys said, “You are no longer a cheese boy but a true Swazi. We must now give you a Swazi name.”

Someone suggested, “I think he should be called Jabulani.”

Then others said, “Yabo! (Yes!) he is defiantly a Jabulani” (Jabulani means happiness)


I have a prayer request I would like all my readers to help me with:



Since I’ve been in Swaziland I’ve been hounded by many, many people. They ask me can you help me with money here. . . or can you help me financially here. . . It’s gotten quite overwhelming to say the least. I can’t go to town without being stopped at least 5-6 times. I want to help people but giving a hand out isn’t always the best way to help someone. Also I don’t have enough resources to help everyone I see with a need. If you can join with me as a pray to the Lord for discernment I would greatly appreciate it. I need all the help I can get. 

Overall I’m having a great time loving and serving the amazing people of this beautiful country. I really could see myself living here long term!