We went to the mason’s house who is a friend of Wesner, but we were told that he was working on someone’s house in another area of the village. So we got back on the Moto and on the way we had to drive through the market. It was so crowded and busy with people shopping and selling. At first I thought there was no way we were going to get through the market on the Moto, but amazingly all Wesner had to do was honk his horn and people would move out of his way. It was kind of like the red sea parting – ok not quite that dramatic but I was still surprised. We then went through a series of side roads behind houses and shops to get to where the mason was. I loved seeing the “behind the scenes” to Montrouis.
When we found his friend he was down in a twelve foot hole in the ground working on a water reservoir for a house. Wesner talked to him for a bit as some of the other men looked at me curiously wondering why Wesner had brought a white woman with him. One of the little boys walked up and quietly held my hand. He didn’t say anything, he was just content with his hand in mine.
Wesner then decided to continue our adventure and take me on a personal tour of Montrouis. We went to the house he grew up in, his mom passed away but some of his family still lives in the house. He showed me his room and in the corner was a huge pile of books – Wesner actually learned English by studying Webster’s dictionary, and yet we complain about how English class isn’t fun! I met his 75 year old grandmother and a bunch of his cousins, aunts, nieces and nephews. One of his nieces was outside the house, she was very beautiful and maybe 20 years old and already has two children. She then asked me if I wanted to be her children’s Godmother, which you might think is a great honor, but there is a catch. All Haitians desire to have a white Godparent for their children because in the Haiti the title of Godmother or Godfather entails much responsibility and financial provision for that child – it is not merely a title. As much as I would love to help her and be involved with her family, I politely declined her offer.
Wesner then took me to the clinic in town that he used to work at. As soon as we walked in I could tell that everyone had loved having Wesner work there. He introduced me to all the employees and showed me where he used to work. The hallway was crowded with people waiting in line and they all seemed a bit confused why I was walking about the clinic. Wesner showed me the supply room, which I was expecting to be full of medications and supplies but it was rather bare. There were four huge book cases in the room and only one of them had anything on it. It hit me how little resources Haitians really have. And to think that we throw away medicine because it expires and has been in our full cupboard of medicines we hardly use.
The tour around Montrouis had my heart soaring. I loved seeing new people, how they live, where they work and getting a glimpse of how it is to live life in Haiti. I honestly didn’t really want to go back to the Mission, I wanted to see more and learn more. I am so grateful for that random little adventure. God knew exactly what I needed to get a new perspective and excite my soul. Wesner said he would take me on more adventures…I can’t wait!