<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033</id><updated>2012-02-08T06:44:28.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikki's Thoughts &amp; News</title><subtitle type='html'>" And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."  - Micha 6 v 8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-8858350747944904424</id><published>2009-11-01T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:19:51.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging dry patch...I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3ebJZ6EkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Eo2EddwBQ9U/s1600-h/BED0908_PALCAREBURKK_MP236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399216086249509442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3ebJZ6EkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Eo2EddwBQ9U/s400/BED0908_PALCAREBURKK_MP236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I am sure you have noticed I have not blogged for a while - hard to believe but close to 4 months - sorry! I am still looking for August and September as I seem to have lost them... and when I looked at my diary today to discover that it is officially November I can add October to the list of missing items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time files when you are having fun (and when you get older J) The last few months have had many moments of fun and also have meant the start of our school year. Even after 3 years I am not sure I am used to this starting the year in August thing. That is usually, or should I say for the 25 years I spent at school in South Africa was how it worked. I am sure at some point it will kick in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 3rd start of year onboard the Africa Mercy and I could not have wished for a better team of teachers! After the ruff start last year (short staffed and staffing leaving suddenly) is has been such an exciting process. We have a full staff of 12 full time teachers all full committed and pulling in the same direction and also another 4 part time teachers who are teaching within the Nursery and teaching Music to our students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often sat back and watched been in awe of how each person on my team has been hand picked for this season within the Academy. Only God could have done this – to think that each person here comes only because they have been called and they pay to work! Even though that has been my life for the last 3 years I am still in awe of the quality and commitment of the people who I am honored to serve with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3em5ZuF_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CI9GyEGVyek/s1600-h/BED0908_PALCAREBURKK_MP251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399216288112187378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3em5ZuF_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CI9GyEGVyek/s400/BED0908_PALCAREBURKK_MP251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;450 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35 different nations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- to Jesus’ hands and feet to the forgotten poor of West Africa – all volunteering their time and paying for the privilege of serving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are often days when I loose sight of the ‘big picture’ of Mercy Ships as I focus on the lives of our students, but then I walk the 2 flights of steps down to the hospital and meet the people whose lives are changed forever by what the surgeons and nurses are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the days that I hear a student talking to another student about what they have learnt in class that day and even more special the times I hear the prayers of our kindergartens as they pray for the patients so that they can be healed and that they can know that Jesus loves them. I would not want to be another place! IT is on those days that I remember my 'big picture' is the 47 students and 15 teaching staff God has asked me to serve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is truly a privilege and an honor to be a very small part of what God is doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-8858350747944904424?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/8858350747944904424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=8858350747944904424' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/8858350747944904424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/8858350747944904424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-dry-patchim-back.html' title='Blogging dry patch...I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3ebJZ6EkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Eo2EddwBQ9U/s72-c/BED0908_PALCAREBURKK_MP236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-5370814387260372840</id><published>2009-11-01T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:40:41.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mercy Ships Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For a glimps of my life teaching onboard the Africa Mercy in  the Mercy Ships Academy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Megan Petock&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Nancy Predaina&lt;br /&gt;Photos by PJ Accetturo and Esther Biney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, high school senior Emma Cole gets to school by taking a short walk down the hallways of the Africa Mercy. “It takes me two minutes to walk to school. My cabin is literally thirty yards away from the Academy,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206210545615474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3VcTingnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UE5oEElUFCs/s400/Grade+5+Students.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For three years, Emma has attended the Mercy Ships Academy, a distinct educational experience provided for children living on the Africa Mercy. The Mercy Ships Academy was established over 25 years ago in response to the educational needs of children living onboard the Mercy Ships fleet of hospital ships. Educating children from pre-school to grade 12, there are currently 47 students from 18 countries enrolled in Academy classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399205851260832018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3VHZGcyRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hJ5bCstaBjA/s400/Preschoolers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s quite a vast spread of nationalities, which can be challenging, but it’s something I love about the Academy,” said Principal Nikki Aldum. “There are differences amongst the students, but they’re accepted. As a staff, we look for the strengths of each nation and try to celebrate and incorporate them into our curriculum every year.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Africa Mercy, a typical school day begins at 8:00 AM and ends at 3:20 PM. Parents of students in elementary school pick up their children at noon for lunch and return them to their teachers an hour later for afternoon classes. Classes on the Africa Mercy average 4 to 8 students, allowing more time for individualized attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Academy is very different than traditional school,” said Emma Cole. “One of the biggest differences is being in a class with only two or three students, in comparison to twenty or thirty. I believe having the one-on-one time with teachers really enhances our learning,” she concluded.&lt;br /&gt;The diversity among the student body and the limitations of living on a ship create a unique and exciting set of challenges. Daily, teachers must utilize their creativity in the classroom. Flexibility is necessary for students, parents, and teachers. Ben Calvert, the physical education specialist, has enjoyed the challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Running a Physical Education Program on the ship is very unique. You have to be creative because there are very small spaces and small classes. But the captain and deck officers have been very helpful with finding spaces and equipment. It’s fun because it’s not ‘run of the mill,’” explained Calvert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399205488064268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3UyQFpB-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/j5bMqcplPHQ/s400/PE+Class.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Academy Principal Nikki Aldum, previously a teacher on the Africa Mercy, understands this distinct dynamic. “It’s very different teaching onboard here, versus teaching at home. The smaller classes add a different dynamic, and it’s not necessarily a comparable dynamic. You have to be a little bit on the adventurous side to work here,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Christina Orman, who joined the Africa Mercy in August, was drawn to the varied educational environment. “I was looking to teach in a Christian environment that was diverse and different. When I heard about Mercy Ships, I knew I wanted to teach on the Africa Mercy,” said Orman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399204865694005970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3UOBlAetI/AAAAAAAAAPk/podeekAnsYw/s400/Sceince+Class.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the Academy has a staff of 15 teachers, who come from five countries. With the start of the new school year, the staff is looking toward the future, continuing to find ways to improve the educational experience of the students. Currently, the Academy is being accredited by the Association of Christian Schools International and the Middle State Schools. Aldum hopes the accreditation process will be completed by April 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Being accredited validates the courses we offer, making it easier for students to transition in and out of the school. Accountability all over the world is increasing in the field of education. Through this process, we are proving that we measure up to international standards,” explained Aldum. With the start of the new school year, Aldum has challenged the teachers and students with a specific goal for the Academy: “My heart’s desire is that God is glorified in all we do. It’s a part of our vision and mission statement and our goal for the year,” she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Emma Cole begins her last year of high school, she is grateful for the positive impact the Academy has had on her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399204444487156866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3T1gdeBII/AAAAAAAAAPc/0k9KvCvGaK8/s400/Emma+and+Kim+Anna.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Attending the Academy changes the lives of the students onboard,” said Cole. “If I had stayed in a mainstream school in England, I would not have the solid foundations of Christianity that I do now. The opportunities I’ve been given here have given me a great groundwork for the future. It’s been an amazing experience.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-5370814387260372840?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/5370814387260372840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=5370814387260372840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5370814387260372840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5370814387260372840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/11/mercy-ships-academy.html' title='The Mercy Ships Academy'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Su3VcTingnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UE5oEElUFCs/s72-c/Grade+5+Students.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-4487441895462827820</id><published>2009-06-23T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:42:25.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Story of Hope in the Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hospitality Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately two blocks from the port of Cotonou, where the Africa Mercy is currently docked, is a warehouse. In the past five weeks, it has undergone a tremendous transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now referred to as the Hospitality Center (HC), it functions primarily as a non-medical, temporary housing unit for pre-and-post-op patients and their caregivers. It consists of two air-conditioned wards with room for 76 beds, as well as bathroom facilities containing showers and flush-toilets. The Center also houses the Dockside OP Eye and Physical Therapy Units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once patients have been screened and approved, they are generally admitted onto the ship the day before their surgery. However, sometimes patients are not strong enough or healthy enough to undergo a complex medical procedure. If this is the case, patients are admitted to the Hospitality Center to stay until deemed fit for surgery. During this time, they will be given three healthy meals a day, clean drinking water, and a comfortable bed – complete with a mosquito net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517552851548962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SkDbXbY1eyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/znTh94802fE/s400/BED0903_HOSHOSPCNTR_EB04_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, once patients are stabilized after surgery and no longer need immediate care, they are moved to the Hospitality Center. They are able to return to the ship for daily or weekly treatment and follow-ups. Mercy Ships provides the transportation – a ship vehicle fitted with a light and siren and with sufficient space to carry a stretcher and five seated patients. It is on constant standby in case of an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The idea is for the patients to become more acquainted with Western systems,” said Hospital Manager William E. Martin. “If patients can be kept nourished, hydrated, and malaria-free, before and after their surgery, their recovery will ultimately be quicker.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major benefit of the Hospitality Center is that the beds in the ship’s hospital wards become available more quickly. This means that surgeons can perform more surgeries – and, ultimately, more people are helped. In other words, our impact is greatly increased! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350516482088464642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SkDaZGfBcQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wJOiarbeMV0/s400/BED0903_HOSHOSPCNTR_VVFWRD_EB22_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Winebark, HC Coordinator, oversaw the construction process that got the warehouse to its current state. Walls were erected, roofs were constructed, and plumbing for bathrooms and toilets was installed. To make the area secure, a fence with security gates was put up around the property. Electrical wiring was laid for lights and air-conditioning. Because of regular power cuts in Cotonou, it was imperative to install a generator as a backup power supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was achieved with the combined help of the Electrical and Construction Departments of the Africa Mercy, as well as the hard work of Mercy Teams – particularly Mike Palmer, who sourced most of the materials from hardware stores in Cotonou. Dean Martin helped with the initial management of the site before Brandon took over full-time. The willingness of volunteers, both crew and locals, has sped the process along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350516477289567762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SkDaY0m4FhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nKwECXXev94/s400/BED0903_HOSHOSPCNTR_TRNSPRT_EB02_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We had 25 Mercy Ships volunteers that came out one weekend to assist us. That was a real blessing. They really helped us,” said Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon’s job currently involves the management of 8 day volunteers, 4 generator operators, and 4 security guards, as well as the coordination of patients and supplies to and from the ship. Anastasie Nlemvo, an Africa Mercy crew member, is responsible for teaching the day volunteers basic nursing skills, as well as the overall care of the patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350516473280641890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SkDaYlrEu2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_OyB3Q_umaM/s400/BED0903_HOSHOSPCNTR_VVFWRD_EB02_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in its early stages, there are routines and procedures that need to be put in place. The HC is a relatively new concept for Mercy Ships. Brandon and his team are learning as they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are still trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t work,” he said. Brandon’s goal is to get the HC running efficiently and effectively. He added, “So far things are going well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350516470609643218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SkDaYbuQhtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2Jqay1SCKm8/s400/BED0903_HOSPCNTR_OPENTOUR_EB07_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hospitality Center is already proving its effectiveness by accommodating 20 women suffering with VVF who travelled from the north of Benin. Also, a 10-week-old baby is gaining weight before he undergoes corrective surgery on his cleft lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hospitality Center is already proving to be a valuable tool in delivering hope and healing to the world’s poor, and, if possible, will be implemented in future fields of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350516468679462962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SkDaYUiEUDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2RFdWjs46b0/s400/BED0903_HOSPCNTR_OPENTOUR_EB03_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-4487441895462827820?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/4487441895462827820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=4487441895462827820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/4487441895462827820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/4487441895462827820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-story-of-hope-in-present.html' title='Another Story of Hope in the Present'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SkDbXbY1eyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/znTh94802fE/s72-c/BED0903_HOSHOSPCNTR_EB04_L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-3233809552480672456</id><published>2009-06-22T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:19:34.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Story of Hope - To Be Someone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you get focused on the 'Big Picture' and you forget about the ones. This story was a real reminder that God focuses on the 'ones' - making a difference and loving one person at atime. Enjoy reading this story and remembering that God has the same view of you. You are the 'one' that is important to him! - NA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350109240374536946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sj9oAg4PKvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Qi8l5p6cwyI/s400/BED1287M-CAROLE_AGBESSI24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janviera can recount the afternoon with precision – it was a Thursday, the 23rd of October, 2008. She recalls how her children came home from school a little late, how they sat by lamplight with their tutor, and how the kerosene ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carole, the only girl in a family of five children, was always by her mother’s side. She helped take care of the other four children and helped clean the house. When Janviera needed things from the market, Carole would go and buy them. She helped cook – even the very difficult local cuisine, fufu. She helped with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that evening, as usual, Carole helped by refilling the lamp. She began to pour the kerosene, which they later guessed had been mixed with gasoline. Because Carole could not see very well, she called to her mother, and Janviera took over. Suddenly, the lamp exploded, and everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I woke up on the other side of the room,” Janviera says. “I looked down and saw my arm was burned. Then I looked across the room and saw Carole. She was unconscious, and her school dress was still burning.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed a blanket, threw it across Carole’s body, and immediately rushed her daughter to the hospital. Pictures taken there show Janviera disheveled and tired, holding her arm out stiffly. And they show Carole – lying on her back, her face swollen and blackened, her body covered in bandages and talcum powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As a mother, I had to put my own pain aside,” Janviera recalls, glancing at the mottled scars on her left arm and hand. “I could only think about Carole. I was always crying, constantly asking God to save my daughter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was three weeks before Carole was able to eat any food. Her mouth and eyes had been burned shut. Each day she received dressing changes, removing dead skin and applying ointment to the wounds. She was in extreme pain. Sometimes Carole’s wounds would stick to the sheets of her bed, and they would have to soak her in water and separate her from the fabric – agonizing bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We spent so much money for the treatment,” Janviera said. After three months of treatment, Carole’s arm was frozen, unable to extend past a right angle, with her palm turned out like a question mark. Her right cheek and arm, as well as her side, stomach, and chest were covered with raised scars of shiny, inflexible skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350109236135854930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sj9oARFqA1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7_F1yMHD_zE/s400/BED1287B-CAROLE_AGBESSI6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, her burns became an opportunity for cruelty. “If Carole did something that one of the kids didn’t like, they would say, ‘You have a burned face. You have a burned body.’” At home, she could no longer help her mother around the house because of her contracted arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janviera heard about Mercy Ships through a radio advertisement, and she brought Carole to Cotonou for an operation onboard the Africa Mercy. The surgical team released contracted scar tissue and placed skin grafts at her elbow and wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Shankland, an occupational therapist from South Africa, worked with Carole after the surgery to help improve the range of motion in her arm and wrist. Kim says that without surgery, Carole would have struggled her whole life with basic self-care – “just eating, braiding her hair, brushing her teeth, and dressing would have been a huge problem.” &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350109233964991106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sj9oAJAFQoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BXWUIxalI8Q/s400/BED0904_HOSPLAST0455M_AGBESSI_DB02_LO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in life, she would have faced obstacles in supporting herself. Common jobs, like selling yams and tomatoes at the market or pursuing a trade like sewing, would have been impossible. She would have been forever dependent on family or a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As a mother, knowing what sort of difficulties your child would have – not being able to do the things you do – must be quite frustrating,” Kim says. She believes this has spurred Janviera in making sure Carole uses her injured arm and performs the rehab exercises. Janviera’s encouragement and insistence has been a major part of Carole’s successful recovery.&lt;br /&gt;“I hope that she can be my helper again,” Janviera says. “But what I want most is for her to be able to use her hand, to write, to be someone tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Carmen Radley&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Debra Bell and Esther Biney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-3233809552480672456?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/3233809552480672456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=3233809552480672456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3233809552480672456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3233809552480672456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-story-of-hope-to-be-someone.html' title='Another Story of Hope - To Be Someone Tomorrow'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sj9oAg4PKvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Qi8l5p6cwyI/s72-c/BED1287M-CAROLE_AGBESSI24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-7212915278317449769</id><published>2009-06-17T07:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:18:53.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Faithfulness Proven once again!</title><content type='html'>Many of you are aware that the greatest challenge of the last year has been the lack of staff in the Academy and how at many times through out the year I have had to ask my staff to take on more than reasonable work loads to try and attempt to fill the gaps. This has meant at many times we end up running on crisis control mode juggling all the plates, hoping that none would fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the final reply from the a teacher who will be joining our team in August and fill the final position! So the Academy will be start with all 12 bed spaces (number of position allocated to our department) filled! This means that we start the year in a very different place to where we did last year with only 7 bed spaces filled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to all of you who have prayed throughout this year and once again God has proven Himself faithful as he has provided the perfect team. I have an overwhelming sense that God has hand picked this team and he is going to do mighty things through us as we serve the families on board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to prayer for the team of teachers, many who are returning but also for the 5 new staff members who are preparing to come and are busy packing up their lives at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-7212915278317449769?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/7212915278317449769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=7212915278317449769' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/7212915278317449769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/7212915278317449769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/06/gods-faithfulness-proven-once-again.html' title='God&apos;s Faithfulness Proven once again!'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-4209594781148785062</id><published>2009-06-16T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:03:27.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Story of Hope - Fortune's Reformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348002047497564514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SjfrhvsncWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5aOqX23A_uo/s400/BED0904_HOSPLAST1304A_ABOU_DB136_LO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuné came into this world sooner than expected. The premature baby spent the first few weeks of his life in an incubator. Due to his underdeveloped lungs, Fortuné received oxygen through a tube in his nose. He gradually gained strength until he was healthy enough to go home with his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months later, his parents noticed that there was something wrong with the appearance of Fortuné’s nose. A medical examination revealed that the cartilage in his nose had been damaged due to improper insertion of the oxygen tube. The doctor said that there was a chance that the problem would correct itself, but for the time being, there was nothing that could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years later, Fortuné’s misshapen nose had become more noticeable, and it was causing problems. His nose would sometimes run uncontrollably. At times he had trouble breathing, which affected his level of physical activities. On the playground, Fortuné became an object of ridicule. The other children made fun of him, calling him names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the little boy became very self-conscious and frustrated. Fortuné discovered that the quickest way to end the taunts was to respond with aggression. This led to frequent fistfights. Consequently, Fortuné’s parents were summoned to regular meetings with the school’s principal – giving the family a rather unfavorable reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abou, Fortuné’s father, understood the difficulties his son was facing. “Fortuné, being the age he is, is aware of the deformity of his nose,” he explained. “Many times he comes home upset and angry. As a father, I feel very bad. A son is supposed to resemble his father and mother, but because of his nose, people say bad things about our entire family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, Fortuné’s parents had sought help at several hospitals. Some doctors said that Fortuné was too young for the problem to be corrected. Other doctors stated that there was no possible solution. Abou, desperate to help his son, was even considering spending the family savings to seek medical help in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one night, while watching television, Abou saw an advertisement about Mercy Ships. A few weeks later, Fortuné was examined by Dr. Tertius Venter, a South African plastics surgeon serving with Mercy Ships. The prognosis was positive – Fortuné would finally receive surgery, and his family was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relatively simple and quick operation was a success. After his surgery, Fortuné lay in a hospital bed onboard the Mercy Ship, carefully examining his new nose with a small mirror. Despite some swelling and the presence of stitches, he could see a difference. The mirror also revealed the big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he will require further surgery when he is a teenager, the intelligent and strong-willed Fortuné will have some respite from the daily jeering at school. Likewise, his breathing will be easier, and he will be able to control the running of his nose. “Fortuné is old enough to remember what life was like before the surgery,” said Abou, referring to his son’s newfound appreciation for life. “That is good. I know that he will be happy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy Ships has brought hope and healing to a father, a mother, and a son – all who were desperately searching for it. “I pray that God may strengthen the team of Mercy Ships and give you wisdom and more love,” Abou concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Richard Brock&lt;br /&gt;Edited by IOC Editing Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-4209594781148785062?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/4209594781148785062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=4209594781148785062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/4209594781148785062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/4209594781148785062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-story-of-hope-fourtunes.html' title='Another Story of Hope - Fortune&apos;s Reformation'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SjfrhvsncWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5aOqX23A_uo/s72-c/BED0904_HOSPLAST1304A_ABOU_DB136_LO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-1353822471339312667</id><published>2009-06-15T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:43:30.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikki's News - June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The School Year in Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the 12th of June we officially closed the 2008/2009 school year with a teachers celebrations, we took time to share about the highs and even the lows of the past 10 months as we served God and the families on board the Africa Mercy. One thing that was the thread throughout each story or laugh was the fact that God was faithful. This past year started with some serious challenges but when we looked back we did not remember those as much as we remembers to moments where God touched the lives of our students and the moments when we laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This has been a ground break year for our school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most official and important event was the fact that our school was accepted in the candidacy program for accreditation with the Association of Christian School International (ACSI). When we achieve this it will make it far easier for our students to return home to their home countries and have their schooling on board recognised and accepted. We are still at the beginning of a rather long process but we are excited about first few steps we have taken!&lt;br /&gt;Another very special event that was significant in the life of the Mercy Ships Academy was that we adopted a new logo. This is the first time the Academy’s 27 year history that the school has had one. We share it with the students by giving them each a t-shirt. See the picture below. Something about having a school identify has made us all very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why is Nikki still on board, what happened to 2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past May marked my 2 year anniversary of serving with Mercy Ships and this summer should have marked the end of my commitment. I believe that this season is not complete in my life and that I should continue serving with Mercy Ships. The school is in a very exciting phase and I look forward to seeing it through the accreditation process and then I will see what God has in store for me. How long the entire process will take depends on many factors, so it is difficult to say how much longer I will be with serving on board but I know that is where God wants me to stay! Thank you to all of you who have so faithfully supported me during the past 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do the next few months hold?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Academy is officially on Summer Vacation but I have chosen to remain on board and work on the many details needed for accreditation and the beginning of the new school year in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of July my Mom is coming to visit and will be staying on board for 10 days. This is a very exciting time for me as I can’t wait to show her my life here. Although I try to describe it , it is something that needs to be experienced. I look forward to spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I have the wonderful opportunity to attend a conference in New Year specially for missionary teachers. It was a wonderful time of growth and learning. This year I have been invited to attend the ACSI Leadership Academy in Colorado Springs from the 23rd—26th July. The Conference is aimed at Christian School leaders and provides an opportunity for teaching and networking. Although I have been given a scholarship to attend the conference I need to cover the cost of the air ticket. Brain Blackburn, my college in Texas has faithfully been raising support and I am both humbled and honoured by his efforts! One of the ways he is using a Facebook Cause: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/causes/296396?m=6b07e9f9"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/causes/296396?m=6b07e9f9&lt;/a&gt; If I am able to attend the conference I will also be spending sometime in Texas working with Brian on accreditation. I will let you know what happens .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always hard to know just what to write and sum up months of events in short newsletter. This year I have tried to blog regularly and included both the big and small things about my life as I serve with Mercy Ships—keep logging on to my Blog and you will be able to see more of the finer details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray with Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise&lt;br /&gt;· … for God’s faithfulness in calling an excellent team of teachers to serve on board!&lt;br /&gt;· … for the good and successful end of a difficult year.&lt;br /&gt;· .. God for providing a full team of teachers for next school year starting in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requests&lt;br /&gt;· For the team of teacher who are preparing to arrive on board in August, that God will make their paths straight.&lt;br /&gt;· Continued support as I serve with Mercy Ships longer than the original 2 years I thought.&lt;br /&gt;· Continued wisdom as I lead the school through the next school year.&lt;br /&gt;· For the opportunity to attend the ACSI Leadership Academy in Colorado this July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-1353822471339312667?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/1353822471339312667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=1353822471339312667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/1353822471339312667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/1353822471339312667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-year-in-review-on-friday-12th-of.html' title='Nikki&apos;s News - June 2009'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-5447600833577019931</id><published>2009-06-02T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:34:09.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Story of Hope -  Darkness Lifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SiVve57uJkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OMjWBGKw_hg/s1600-h/BED0904_HOSPATIENT_EB02_L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342799109683029570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SiVve57uJkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OMjWBGKw_hg/s400/BED0904_HOSPATIENT_EB02_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes there are stories that travel throughout the ship long before we read about their stories in offical communication. The story of this family is one of them. As a friend shared her experience with these little people as she cared for them the night before their surgery, brought tears to her eyes and my mine too! I share this as a glimps of what God is doing to bring His Hope to the people of Benin! I can ensure you, you will need tissues! - NA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; For seven years, Genevieve has been the eyes for others. She gave birth to three children – two boys separated by a girl – all with cataracts in both eyes, preventing them from seeing anything but the most subtle shifts in light and shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going anywhere has been an exercise in patience and strength for Genevieve – tying one-year-old Ricardo on her back with a piece of brightly-patterned cloth, taking seven-year-old Alexis by the hand, holding three-year-old Nadege by the arm – then guiding them up steps, through thresholds, and around potholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, her eyes have been vigilant guards against danger – coal stoves sitting in the corners of rooms, containers of liquid that could scald or poison, and all the daily threats that could harm her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342799110833708770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SiVve-OEHuI/AAAAAAAAANs/selcocinvqM/s400/BED0904_HOSPATIENT_EB11_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because of the blindness, I must be with them all the day,” Genevieve said. “Even if they are playing, I have to watch them. In everything, I have to be right beside them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve and her husband tried to get help for their children. They visited the hospital in Glazoue, the nearest city, but they had no means to pay for the expensive cataract surgeries. The physical toll of her children’s blindness was heavy for Genevieve to bear. But the emotional strain was even more difficult, for Genevieve wondered what would become of her children in a country that makes no accommodations for blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve also struggled spiritually. “Why is it that all my children are blind?” she thought constantly. “What did I do to God for this to happen?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters even worse, she heard people cruelly whisper, “It must be witchcraft or a curse – because three blind children in one family is too unlucky.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hope surfaced when a man in their village offered to help. André Affedjou, a civil servant in Benin, and his friends sometimes assist people who cannot afford medical treatment. When they heard about Genevieve and her children, their hearts were touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Usually we find one blind child in one family or one handicapped child in one family, but three blind children for one family was too much,” André said. He knew that if they did not get help, they would have a very bleak future and would be dependent on others for their entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André said, “They will not have a chance to go to school because there is no blind school in the village. But if they receive their sight, it will be a great happiness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André heard about Mercy Ships on the radio and arranged for transportation to Cotonou and for housing for the family. They came to the ship the week before Easter – three happy children, laughing, using their fingers to “see” the toys the nurses handed them, and mimicking the foreign noises of the ship. Genevieve looked pensive – daring to hope, yet unsure that her solution had finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope that the children will recover their sight,” Genevieve said, “and they can go to school. I will be so happy if my children can see my face and my husband’s face.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Strauss, Eye Team Coordinator and wife of eye surgeon Dr. Glenn Strauss, said that the children arrived in very good health – good enough to be operated on immediately. Often, children have to be nursed for a few days before their operations, usually due to dehydration or fevers or infections. She gave Genevieve credit for the children’s good health and spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She is such a wonderful mother,” said Kim. “The kids are so happy. Even when they were blind, they were such happy little children.” And their innate joy was evident in their infectious laughter, their giggling chatter, and their dimpled smiles that wandered the room without focus. They seemed to be designed to experience life and happiness to the fullest extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expectation for a successful surgery was highest for three-year-old Nadege. She hadn’t been blind long enough for permanent damage, yet her eyes were developed enough for the new lens to fit well. For congenital cataract procedures, children over the age of seven often have permanent damage because the optic nerve never develops, and the brain adjusts to blindness. This was a worry especially for Alexis. For baby Ricardo, the concern was that his eyes were not developed enough for the procedure and that the lens wouldn’t fit correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children all received their operations on the Thursday before Easter and spent a night with their eyes patched. The next morning, the surgeons, operating room nurses, and Kim assembled for the exciting moment – it was time to remove the bandages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they removed Nadege’s. “When we got the bandages off,” Kim recalls, smiling, “she grabbed the doll we were holding in front of her and said, ‘Bebe, bebe.’ So she knew what it was, and we knew she could see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Alexis, who they feared wouldn’t see as well. They put the toys on the floor. He looked around, walked straight up to Dr.Glenn, and took something he had in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they removed Ricardo’s bandages, and then promptly returned him to his mother’s arms to calm him. For some time, he lay with his eyes squeezed shut. Finally he opened one eye and glanced around. Suddenly he saw something on his mother’s shirt, and he reached up and grabbed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When he did that, we knew he could see, too,” Kim says. “It’s just a miracle! Even to Dr. Glenn, to see their vision come back is still a miracle. For him, every operation is a prayer that their sight will improve, for them to be able to function, to get around and get into things, like kids are supposed to do. And when it happens, it’s just fantastic.” &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342799104234026162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SiVvelok9LI/AAAAAAAAANk/a3qvIN3XW7c/s400/BED0905_PAT3SIBCAT_6211-13AHONON_DB27_LO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Genevieve’s hopes are realized. Her children will see her face, and they will know their father by sight. They will go to school. She will see them holding hands and walking outside to play on their own. The burden she carried so faithfully and lovingly is gone! The darkness has lifted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am so happy,” Genevieve simply says. “I am so happy, I cannot tell you how happy I am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story by Carmen Radley&lt;br /&gt;Edited by IOC Editing Team&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Esther Biney and Debra Bell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-5447600833577019931?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/5447600833577019931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=5447600833577019931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5447600833577019931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5447600833577019931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-story-of-hope-darkness-lifting.html' title='Another Story of Hope -  Darkness Lifting'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SiVve57uJkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OMjWBGKw_hg/s72-c/BED0904_HOSPATIENT_EB02_L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-2969051592803462313</id><published>2009-05-22T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:44:54.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update of Nikki's News</title><content type='html'>So what have i been up to  the last few months, as i have not been that good at communicating - sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday marks a big day for the Mercy Ships Academy, it is our first Accreditation visit from ACSI. Although an exciting time it has taken huge amounts of preparation and planning getting to the point we are now. After this visit we have our work cut out for us as we aim to host a full accreditation team next May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited that we almost have a full team of teaching arriving in July. At the moment we have 11 position confirmed out of 12, waiting the final response from the 12th member. After starting the beginning of this school year with 7 teachers - wow! Over the last few weeks we have been interviewing and finalising all this placements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest challenges we face as a school is have the right and enough resources available for successful teaching. Budget is always a challenge, but this year with more accurate budgeting and better understanding of our needs we are able to order the resources we need. Because of container delivering we need to place orders 3 -5 months ahead of time. Over the last 2 years we have been working accurate ordering and putting systems in place to make this happen. The past few months have seen the fruits of this plan as we have been able to place good orders and we  are happy to say they are on their way and should be here in good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have 2 weeks left of our school year - i am still not used the concept of ending and beginning a school end midyear :) We have a few teachers and students leaving which is always sad but part of life in this community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the Summer Holidays we have a team of 6 people coming to run a fantastic Summer Program for the students staying on board. The ship is still fully functional and parents need to work so the children will be cared for by this team. It is real blessing for the students and for the remaining staff on board or else we would have needed to do this! As much as we love our students it is good to have a break before we start the new school year - for us and for them! There will only be 3 teachers staying for the summer so we will have a chance to work on policy documents, handbooks and curriculum planning - to most people that sounds really boring but these kind of things work of my black and white brain so i am looking forward to having the time to focus on these projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to look forward to this summer is that my Mom is coming to visit! This is something we have talked about for such a long time that it is hard to believe that it is finally happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and be a little more detailed and faithful in blogging once schools out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-2969051592803462313?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/2969051592803462313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=2969051592803462313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2969051592803462313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2969051592803462313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-of-nikkis-news.html' title='An Update of Nikki&apos;s News'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-5247348196130372888</id><published>2009-05-22T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:33:57.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maurel - gets his turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/ShZ_Hu98PpI/AAAAAAAAANU/MersOzykkO8/s1600-h/sBED0903_HOS_MAUREL_AKINOTCHO_EB9_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338594179137945234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/ShZ_Hu98PpI/AAAAAAAAANU/MersOzykkO8/s400/sBED0903_HOS_MAUREL_AKINOTCHO_EB9_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-year-old Maurel sleeps in a hospital bed onboard the Africa Mercy. His mother, René, sits calmly next to him, gently stroking his hand. Recently, Maurel underwent surgery to correct an unnatural outward curvature of his legs, more commonly known as bowed legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Maurel was two years old, his concerned mother took him to a local hospital for treatment, where he was correctly diagnosed and approved for surgery. However, when it was discovered that René had a distant, wealthy relative, the hospital decided to increase the initially affordable medical bill to a sum exceeding $100, 000. Unable to afford this unreasonable amount, René and her little boy had no choice but to leave the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months went by, and René heard rumours that a ship would be coming to Benin – a ship that offered free medical care. Hopeful yet skeptical, René was convinced when she saw a flyer detailing information about Mercy Ships. She was excited to see a photo of a child whose bowed legs had been corrected by a free surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René made certain she was in the queue with her son on Screening Day. To her delight, Maurel was accepted for surgery. This time René was not questioned about her relative’s finances, nor was any amount charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, other obstacles arose. A close family relative was not willing to allow Maurel to have his surgery. He thought the offer of medical treatment was too good to be true. He feared that the surgery would not be done correctly and that Maurel’s legs would be completely crippled as a result. Why would doctors work for free? Surely their lack of pay was due to incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such thoughts are understandable. In countries where hardship and struggle are a way of life and where nothing is free, it is hard to grasp the concept of love in action. But René held onto the hope of seeing her son walk properly, so she defiantly took Maurel to the big white ship for an operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René has no regrets. “Everything here is so good. I am really happy,” she says. Maurel is recovering nicely after a successful operation. Though it will be some time before the casts come off, he will be able to walk normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René’s dearest hope is for her son to be happy, healthy, and prosperous. “He will have a great future; he is very intelligent,” she says. “I told him before we came that he had to come see the doctor so he could get better – so one day he will be able to be a successful businessman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mercy Ships, René’s dreams for Maurel are quite reachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story by Richard Brock&lt;br /&gt;Edited by IOC Editing Team &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-5247348196130372888?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/5247348196130372888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=5247348196130372888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5247348196130372888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5247348196130372888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/05/maurel-gets-his-turn.html' title='Maurel - gets his turn!'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/ShZ_Hu98PpI/AAAAAAAAANU/MersOzykkO8/s72-c/sBED0903_HOS_MAUREL_AKINOTCHO_EB9_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-2567566649110935038</id><published>2009-05-14T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:48:24.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SgwEmnyJxjI/AAAAAAAAANM/PJt2CAUYsUY/s1600-h/sBED0903_HOSVVFDRES_EB99_L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335644720088073778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SgwEmnyJxjI/AAAAAAAAANM/PJt2CAUYsUY/s400/sBED0903_HOSVVFDRES_EB99_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Justine and Parra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dress ceremony during the 2009 Field Service honored two patients, Justine and Parra.  Their smiles and their songs of praise were as bright and beautiful as the colorful new dresses they wore.  It was a celebration of new hope and new life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine and Parra received free corrective surgeries for obstetric fistula (VVF).  This common injury is the result of obstructed childbirth with no medical intervention.  In over 90% of the cases, the baby does not survive, and the mother becomes incontinent.   As a result, these women are often shunned by their communities and even their families.  They live in the shadows – hiding and suffering from overwhelming shame and trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those who saw us laughed at us,” Justine said. “We were suffering.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parra’s journey to the Africa Mercy from a far northern region in Benin demonstrated both desperate need and immense trust.  She sustained the fistula during the birth of her third child, who survived the delivery and is now almost a year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parra speaks a tribal language unknown to any of the local volunteers that Mercy Ships employs as translators. Despite difficulties communicating, she trusted that God would watch over her. Her faith was rewarded when she received her free corrective surgery and was able to sing a song of thanksgiving to the doctors and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine’s fifth child died during a long, complicated delivery.  A fistula developed, and Justine spent the next nine years closeted in her home. She sadly says, “Every day, I was very tired, ashamed, and people laughed at me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine’s husband tried to find a solution.  He went to different hospitals in the nearest city of Porto-Novo.  One – ironically called the Good Samaritan – wanted almost $200 US to perform the repair, an impossible sum in a country where the average income is only $50 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine and her husband heard about Mercy Ships because her sister had surgery on a Mercy Ship a few years ago.  So, Justine came onboard the Africa Mercy, and only a week later, she was healed and joyfully ready to go home.  “I have so much to thank God for, that God has delivered me and that the doctors have worked very well,” she said.  “I feel no pain in my body, and I feel happy in my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-2567566649110935038?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/2567566649110935038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=2567566649110935038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2567566649110935038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2567566649110935038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/05/stories-of-hope.html' title='Stories of Hope'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SgwEmnyJxjI/AAAAAAAAANM/PJt2CAUYsUY/s72-c/sBED0903_HOSVVFDRES_EB99_L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-2897178856967124521</id><published>2009-05-12T09:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:17:15.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do I work with?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SgkwVQjzvzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OM52dORH97Q/s1600-h/BED0903_ACDTEACHERS_EB10_L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334848375377608498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SgkwVQjzvzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OM52dORH97Q/s400/BED0903_ACDTEACHERS_EB10_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staffing this year has been a challenge - thinking back to when we stared with 7 out 12 positioned filled and to now when although we only have 10 team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; we are able to complete each and every task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to work with a dedicated and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; team of people and as we face the last 4 weeks of the school year I know we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;will be&lt;/span&gt; finishing well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-2897178856967124521?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/2897178856967124521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=2897178856967124521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2897178856967124521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2897178856967124521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-do-i-work-with.html' title='Who do I work with?'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SgkwVQjzvzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OM52dORH97Q/s72-c/BED0903_ACDTEACHERS_EB10_L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-7454033184681057292</id><published>2009-05-12T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:49:16.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother’s Hope for Maurel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sgk3--0Gf8I/AAAAAAAAANE/tb9JtSNHs_A/s1600-h/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR215_LO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334856788750008258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sgk3--0Gf8I/AAAAAAAAANE/tb9JtSNHs_A/s400/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR215_LO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three-year-old Maurel sleeps in a hospital bed onboard the Africa Mercy. His mother, René, sits calmly next to him, gently stroking his hand. Recently, Maurel underwent surgery to correct an unnatural outward curvature of his legs, more commonly known as bowed legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Maurel was two years old, his concerned mother took him to a local hospital for treatment, where he was correctly diagnosed and approved for surgery. However, when it was discovered that René had a distant, wealthy relative, the hospital decided to increase the initially affordable medical bill to a sum exceeding $100, 000. Unable to afford this unreasonable amount, René and her little boy had no choice but to leave the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months went by, and René heard rumours that a ship would be coming to Benin – a ship that offered free medical care. Hopeful yet skeptical, René was convinced when she saw a flyer detailing information about Mercy Ships. She was excited to see a photo of a child whose bowed legs had been corrected by a free surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René made certain she was in the queue with her son on Screening Day. To her delight, Maurel was accepted for surgery. This time René was not questioned about her relative’s finances, nor was any amount charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, other obstacles arose. A close family relative was not willing to allow Maurel to have his surgery. He thought the offer of medical treatment was too good to be true. He feared that the surgery would not be done correctly and that Maurel’s legs would be completely crippled as a result. Why would doctors work for free? Surely their lack of pay was due to incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such thoughts are understandable. In countries where hardship and struggle are a way of life and where nothing is free, it is hard to grasp the concept of love in action. But René held onto the hope of seeing her son walk properly, so she defiantly took Maurel to the big white ship for an operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René has no regrets. “Everything here is so good. I am really happy,” she says. Maurel is recovering nicely after a successful operation. Though it will be some time before the casts come off, he will be able to walk normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René’s dearest hope is for her son to be happy, healthy, and prosperous. “He will have a great future; he is very intelligent,” she says. “I told him before we came that he had to come see the doctor so he could get better – so one day he will be able to be a successful businessman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mercy Ships, René’s dreams for Maurel are quite reachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story by Richard Brock&lt;br /&gt;Edited by IOC Editing Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when your own words are just not enough, and we are privileged to have gifted writer on board who put the stories into action!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-7454033184681057292?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/7454033184681057292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=7454033184681057292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/7454033184681057292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/7454033184681057292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-hope-for-maurel.html' title='A Mother’s Hope for Maurel'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sgk3--0Gf8I/AAAAAAAAANE/tb9JtSNHs_A/s72-c/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR215_LO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-3538002361142105216</id><published>2009-04-19T13:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:48:38.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15th of April - Marking our mark in Benin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesboknYVpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hBeyrdMJ6UA/s1600-h/Benin+2009+-+Dassa+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesboknYVpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hBeyrdMJ6UA/s400/Benin+2009+-+Dassa+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381368133310098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of us South African in front of the New South African Embassy on Wednesday the 15th of April after we proudly made our mark and voted. This was a proud moment as we were the first South African to vote in Benin. The SA Embassy staff have been a great support to us on the ship and they are very proud of what we are doing. A few weeks ago they came for a braai on board and next week we have been invited to the Embassy for Freedom Day Celebration on the 26th of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SescrzjqIDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bqMva1cGXQo/s1600-h/Voteing+in+Benin+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SescrzjqIDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bqMva1cGXQo/s400/Voteing+in+Benin+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326382523195465778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have the thumb to prove it. I was surprised to hear that no other countries 'mark' their voters. People think i have hurt my thumb, and when i tell they why they are very interested to find out. Even though it does not look very pretty - i wear it proudly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-3538002361142105216?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/3538002361142105216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=3538002361142105216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3538002361142105216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3538002361142105216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/04/15th-of-april-marking-our-mark-in-benin.html' title='15th of April - Marking our mark in Benin!'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesboknYVpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hBeyrdMJ6UA/s72-c/Benin+2009+-+Dassa+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-427505168407887010</id><published>2009-04-19T12:32:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:36:30.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23th &amp; 24th of April - A weekend in Dassa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weekends ago we were invited by Daniel and Christian, two bother who work as Day Volunteers as Translators in the Hospital Ward. (Mercy Ships employs about 150 Day Volunteers in each country to serve along side us, as translators, deck hands, galley workers, trainers...) Kate and Suzie have gotten to know &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;them well and they were keen to show us their home town Dassa, about 4 hours drive north of Cotonou. Dassa is&lt;/span&gt; known as the City of 42 Mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We set out on Saturday morning all 11 piled into a mini bus and started our adventure. It was a beautiful drive through the outskirts of Cotonou and into the country side of Benin and a real privilege to be accompanied by Daniel and Christian who could tell us the ins and outs of what we were seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326373011538330610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesUCJ34Q_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/RebOCy8fcYo/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On th&lt;/span&gt;e road to Dassa, 200 km and 4 hours north of Cotonou, Benin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326377046582441154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesXtBlXNMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OpJz5tkOvwU/s400/Benin+2009+-+Dassa+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The town of Dassa, from one of the 42 hills (not quiet mountains).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326366374868445730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesN_2WeaiI/AAAAAAAAALc/sURA_8eUE9o/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were invited by family of Daniel and Christian to share a local drink made from the mahogany tree - we all tasted it, but I did not manage the whole cup - very strong and bitter tasting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326371659819582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesSzeVBBPI/AAAAAAAAAME/aX0wRMLC6P8/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our faithful Mini bus that took us all the way with out breaking down. Every trip you take in Benin you expect at some point to break down or at least have flat tire - but we made it through the weekend with neither event taking place. In the background is the hotel we stayed at for the night. Before we started our adventure we booked at a hotel, but once we arrived and discovered a night club on the group floor and room could be rented by the ho&lt;/span&gt;ur we decided to look for somewhere else. We stayed at the very fresh and clean Ava Maria &lt;span class="&lt;span" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gues&lt;/span&gt;t House in the centre of Dassa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326374829894395970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesVr_xv6EI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9HvU63KfDFM/s400/Benin+2009+-+Dassa+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hippo Hunting at 7 am in the morning.... Suzie a Nurse from the UK &lt;/span&gt;was v&lt;/span&gt;ery excited that there was a village close to Dassa that was famous for it's hippos. So all of us joined in on her excitement and went with for a guided hippo hunt. After a 30 minute walk and much negotiating with the local village chief we sighted a hippo (we think).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326375665702588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesWcpZ80NI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0QKonbtb6Tk/s400/Benin+2009+-+Dassa+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The black spot in the middle of the river was the hippo, there were 4 of t&lt;/span&gt;hem but they were very happy to stay underwater and not show themselves. To be honest i was very happy to see them at a distance because the idea of being charged by a hippo was not appealing. Also i think as a South African I have seen plenty of &lt;/span&gt;hippos in my life time, and proudly boasted about our beautiful Kruger Park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326367197675925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesOvvjEMGI/AAAAAAAAALk/SpgCXeYkrQc/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before we headed home we needed to fill up with petrol (gas). In West Africa outside of the major cities there are very few gas pumps. Petrol is sold by the glass jar. It holds at least 10 liters many be more of petrol and is poured directly into your tank through a funnel. They do filter it through a piece of fabric as p&lt;/span&gt;our it. Petrol cost about 285 CFA per liter which is about R5, or 50 USc ( my very rough calculations).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326369835467828002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesRJSFqayI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FaClt5hUbGA/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drive through shopping - as we entered the outskirts of Cotonou, we were strongly encourage by the street vendors to buy local products.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a very special week and a real treat to see the country of Benin through the eyes of Daniel and Christian and hear them speak proudly of their history and how far they have come as a nation over the last few years. A few short years ago Benin was ruled by a Marxist Government, but the new democratic government has made a big difference in Benin and process is visible and tangible for the people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-427505168407887010?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/427505168407887010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=427505168407887010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/427505168407887010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/427505168407887010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/04/23th-24th-of-april-weekend-in-dassa.html' title='23th &amp;amp; 24th of April - A weekend in Dassa'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesUCJ34Q_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/RebOCy8fcYo/s72-c/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-3983611392785689444</id><published>2009-04-19T11:34:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:32:27.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 16 April - Bab's Dock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few Saturdays ago a group of us piled in to a land rover and visited a very special place call 'Bab's Dock', which is a private dock on one of the fresh water lakes about 20 km from Cotonou. It was a day to take a break from the ship and get some fresh air and relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few months have been a very special time on board for me as there as has been a group of South Africans from Cape Town, although i never knew any of them well at home, I had heard of them or have mutual friends and can reminisce about the same places and situations. It was been a great support but also good fun. As all true South African are always game for an adventure or social gathering and we tend to take along whoever and go whereever there is something to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been so good to have some sort of balance back in my life after a season of 100% work focus last semester. I do not mind hard work, but it has been good to relax and get off the ship. I have found that it has help me gain perspective and keep the balance that is so needed when you live is community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I share these adventures with you as they are part of my life as I serve with Mercy Ships. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326357090906301218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesFjc5aYyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BHfU3WcTL9E/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A group of us waiting for the boat to take use to Bab's Dock. From left to right: Michal a Sterilizer, from Germany, Suzie a Nurse from UK, Sarah a Nurse from Australia, Kate a Nurse from South Africa and myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326358758279819922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesHEgWPMpI/AAAAAAAAALE/xWuamzgilKQ/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traveling through the Mangroves Swamps to get to the lake.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326359779787511106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesH_9wplUI/AAAAAAAAALM/zYdDVpETEpA/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bab's dock with it umbrella's and hammocks was a very refreshing change from the day to day life on the ship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326362597287751682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesKj9xDcAI/AAAAAAAAALU/hO_4CVbY284/s400/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something you need to get used to in West Africa are the friendly lizards - they are everywhere! And they have not fear - they are harmless, but do look a little intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-3983611392785689444?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/3983611392785689444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=3983611392785689444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3983611392785689444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3983611392785689444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-16-april-babs-dock.html' title='Saturday, 16 April - Bab&apos;s Dock'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SesFjc5aYyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BHfU3WcTL9E/s72-c/Benin+-+Bab%27s+Dock+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-8483655145278200920</id><published>2009-03-09T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:05:37.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies beneath a smile?</title><content type='html'>Today while our was sitting having breakfast in the dinning room, i was reminded again about how much i take for granted - even the privilege of being here on board this ship and how each day God is radically changing lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sipping my coffee at 6.30 am this morning still feeling a little fuzzy around the edges after a night spent coughing and spluttering ( I am recovering from a bout of flu) I was feeling very sorry for myself realising that it was only Monday and the whole week lay ahead. I decided to look out the window to distract myself and was faced with the perfect reminder of just how wonderful our God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line of patients at the Gangway had been forming since the very early hours of the morning, long before i got to breakfast and people were waiting patiently to be seen or admitted. When a young man, most likely in his early 20s arrived on a zemijan wearing a smile that you could see a mile a way. At first i wounded why he was here, was he one of our day volunteers or a visitor, not thinking for a moment anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the motorbike came to a stop at the end of the line the driver got off and held the bike, while the young many carefully eased himself off. It was then that i saw his left leg was badly deformed and could hardly hold the weight of his body. (As i looked at him i was ashamed of my own self pity that i started the day with.) As he balanced with help from his friend he proudly unwrapped a small suit case and out of a side pocket produced a small pink card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on his face only grew - the card that he held was an surgery appointment card whihc he would have recieved at Screening Day! Today he was being admitted and would receive surgery that would restore function to his leg but more importantly would give him 'a hope and a future'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'For I alone know the plans i have for you', declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 29 verse 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for this young man over the next few weeks as i am sure this journey will be very painful, but it will be life changing for him! I thank God for the privilege of watching a small part of what he is doing in this young mans life and seeing what lies beneath his smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-8483655145278200920?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/8483655145278200920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=8483655145278200920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/8483655145278200920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/8483655145278200920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-lies-beneath-smile.html' title='What lies beneath a smile?'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-1290780658593839228</id><published>2009-03-03T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:23:10.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Screening Day - a picture tour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309034789573842818" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa19eQVMCuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vopreo2SDfM/s400/BED0902-SCREEN-CTONOU_EB264_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309038111647599986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa1-CLfEDXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dp262jGhOkc/s400/BED0902-SCREEN-CTONOU_EB311_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309039731007927778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa1_gcEpteI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PzZWqdF1Ik0/s400/BED0902-SCREEN-CTONOU_EB327_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa18G6UDj4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/srmphiO3S1g/s1600-h/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR163_LO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309035993914118018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa18G6UDj4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/srmphiO3S1g/s400/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR163_LO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa18Gr8gtVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Prn79fWXcOg/s1600-h/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR143_LO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309035990057268562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa18Gr8gtVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Prn79fWXcOg/s400/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR143_LO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309035999039630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa18HNaEq4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/8EJtAqz-EVo/s400/BED0902-SCREEN-CTONOU_EB29_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309038114819718706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa1-CXTWvjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rVlgY9hJ-Vc/s400/BED0902-SCREEN-CTONOU_EB386_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309039734906104354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa1_gqmDKiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h6murzk0vg8/s400/BED0902-SCREEN-CTONOU_EB334_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-1290780658593839228?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/1290780658593839228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=1290780658593839228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/1290780658593839228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/1290780658593839228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/03/screening-day-picture-tour.html' title='Screening Day - a picture tour!'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sa17Azy9V4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/JtsfVyMCJtI/s72-c/BED0902_HOSMEDSCREEN_JR038_LO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-5617145341661409143</id><published>2009-03-01T21:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:41:03.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights and Sounds of Cotonou, Benin, West Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarqP76ECTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UfGsIN7QQZ8/s1600-h/Benin,+First+Installment+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312670309714226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarqP76ECTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UfGsIN7QQZ8/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The M/V Africa Mercy docked in the Port of Cotonou, Benin, West Africa. This is the road leading to our dock, which we share with fishing trawlers and large commercial loading vessels. Unlike Liberia we do not have our own dock and have to be careful of passing trucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarqAFY6siI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TldcfAvOg0E/s1600-h/Benin,+First+Installment+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308312397977137698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarqAFY6siI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TldcfAvOg0E/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we walk towards the city we pass this fishing village on our left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308316203917291762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SartdnnwsPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_Hnge1fDTOs/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each morning and evening the fishing boats sail past us as they go out to sea to fish for their livelihoods. It is a strange mix of traditional fishing methods with bits of modern technology.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308314678708114194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarsE1xjkxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wC2n5v5dYjk/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we leave the 'Zone 4' Port Gate we walk though the 'commercial' part of the fishing village before we walk straight into down town Cotonou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313085956178242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarqoIT5wUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j-324yhVe0w/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Zemijan is the most common mode of transport and there is a thriving industry surrounding it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313405618704322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sarq6vJYz8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/uQ3lbI7da1o/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The roads are always busy and packed with people and shops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308317151778913218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SaruUyrlO8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/KBTZpA2fhU0/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you walk closer in to the city, the roads improve and you get to walk on paved sidewalks.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308315716347139250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SartBPR-lLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D6nSiTjf0g8/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throughout the city there is a fantastic network of roads and highways leading you to where you want to be. The roads are always full of Zemijans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313728336342818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarrNhXRLyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KWiaKLgMO4E/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Street traders always find ways to transport their wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313973784362226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarrbzuovPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/geGuhVvExUA/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The City of Cotonou seems to build around a network of river leading to the port. The city has grown around these water ways and uses them for all sorts of things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308314329635418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarrwhYI8JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/coZmQDdiVrg/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... even transport!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308315318766534258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarsqGLX_nI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GV_NCZPFjEU/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local markets are full of local produce, which is very exciting to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308316720072463058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/Sart7qcvktI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Kwl8lk_6dho/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The City is growing with many construction projects - build West African Style.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308317510894596610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarupsfbsgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XRAAK_rnadc/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunset over one on the many bridges in the city of Cotonou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-5617145341661409143?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/5617145341661409143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=5617145341661409143' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5617145341661409143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5617145341661409143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/03/sights-and-sounds-of-cotonou-benin-west.html' title='Sights and Sounds of Cotonou, Benin, West Africa'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarqP76ECTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UfGsIN7QQZ8/s72-c/Benin,+First+Installment+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-5377543809033897327</id><published>2009-03-01T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:59:29.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we just have fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarjMDcD_YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i3AKdYlKzdA/s1600-h/Arriving+in+Benin+2009+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308304907030494594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarjMDcD_YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i3AKdYlKzdA/s400/Arriving+in+Benin+2009+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday day was one of those days i will remember for a long time&lt;/strong&gt;. A group of us ventured out of Cotonou to find a local resort called &lt;strong&gt;Castle del Papa&lt;/strong&gt; about 45 km away. The journey was eventful as all journey off ship seem to be. It took us about an hour and a half to make the trip. Firstly we had to find our way out of the very busy, traffic filled streets of Cotonou onto the main highway towards Togo. After 5 round-a-bouts &lt;em&gt;(traffic circles)&lt;/em&gt; surround by thousands of &lt;strong&gt;Zemijans&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Get-me-there-fast Motorbike Taxis) &lt;/em&gt;we managed to hit open road. &lt;strong&gt;Norah Jones' song Million Bicycles in Bejing&lt;/strong&gt; came to mind as i dodged the &lt;em&gt;Millions of Zemijans in Benin&lt;/em&gt;! Once we came to the city of &lt;strong&gt;Quidah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(wee-da),&lt;/em&gt; the voodoo capital of Benin, we didn't stop there, this time, but choose to turn towards to coat to find Castle del Papa. We only had to ask for direction once and make our way to this beautiful resort. We even had to pass through my first West African Toll Road which cost us 500 FC ($1). The road was great, very few potholes and i only had to stop 3 times for life stock crossing the road. I have never seen such creative ways to transport just about everything on the back of the motorbike. One day i will need to let someone else drive and i can just take photos of people of the back of zemijans with their wares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the day at the most beautiful pool on the beach. It was a day to relax and breath after a busy week. There was of cause the mandatory relay races and games of Marco Polo! &lt;em&gt;(see photo above for the start of the underwater relay race!)&lt;/em&gt; At the moment there is a group of South Africans on board, who are all from Cape Town and all grew up in the Southern Suburbs around the same time. So needless to say we have many stories to tell and jokes to share - it feel a little like home. Even though we are all well into our thirties we have reverted back to our student days and are enjoying the moments away from the ship. We are all busy during the week, but manage to find time to relax and have a few adventures on the weekends. It is a real blessing to have a group of people to let your hair down with. We are even teaching fellow crew members a few Afrikaans phrases. It was a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-5377543809033897327?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/5377543809033897327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=5377543809033897327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5377543809033897327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/5377543809033897327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-we-just-have-fun.html' title='Sometimes we just have fun...'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SarjMDcD_YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i3AKdYlKzdA/s72-c/Arriving+in+Benin+2009+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-6572654925271625470</id><published>2009-02-20T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:36:47.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Screening Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZ6sQU_3T1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_uFCQb5THZo/s1600-h/sBED0902_SCREENG_CTON_DB12_LO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304866807603482450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZ6sQU_3T1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_uFCQb5THZo/s400/sBED0902_SCREENG_CTON_DB12_LO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is Screening Day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZ6sQU_3T1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_uFCQb5THZo/s1600-h/sBED0902_SCREENG_CTON_DB12_LO.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to describe but will try. &lt;p&gt;At the beginning of each Field Service we have one mass screening for potential patients. It is advertised for weeks on the radio, through churches and by word of mouth. We invite people with certain medical problems to come and then we see if we can help them. Often the line starts forming days before hand as people are desperate for help. Once they allowed into the Stadium they are lead through different stations manned by Mercy Ships Crew. First the go through pre-screening to see if they fall in to the areas that we can help. At any point if we can no longer help they are given the opportunity to see a counsellor and visit the prayer station, as hard as it is we can't help everyone. Then they are escorted by Mercy Ship Crew to Admissions where their medial history is taken and vitals are noted by nurses. Then they are escorted to see the different Medical specialists, Orthopedics, Paediatric General Surgery, Maxilla Facial, Plastics and VVF(birth injuries). After the Surgeons confirm they can help they are given a full medical screening by physicians and anesthesiologists, then they are scheduled for surgery, before they can leave they visit the lab for blood to be drawn and the pharmacy for vitamins and iron tablets to build their build so they will be ready for surgery. The final stop is for a photo to be taken and attached to their file so surgeon can use these to prepare for the surgery. They now are ready to leave the stadium and with the precious Surgery Card staying which date they must report to the ship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday we saw close to 2, 000 patients who all went through this process! Not to mention the 4, 000 friends and family who came with!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To capture a small part of Thursday please have a look at the YouTube Video on the left)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can express what it was like to play a small part of the Screening Day on Thursday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be able to look into the eyes of a child who's face has been eaten away by a tumour and know that in spite of what you see, is a little person that God loves with His whole heart and who He want to make whole. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hold the hand of a little girl who's fingers have been melted away by a radical burn and know that she is 'wonderfully made' is hard to comprehend with the rational mind, rather it is something needs felt with your heart&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To witness the joy on a little boys face, who has only one functioning leg and a make shift crutch, as he beats you playing soccer was priceless. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the faces of adults and children alike light up, as you do something as simple as blowing bubbles, was a reminder of how simple treasures do not have to cost anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To realise that no matter what i thought i was there to give, could never measure up to what i received! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never forget what a privilege and honour it was to be there and see God moving in the lives of the people of Benin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what God brings to completion as we spend the next 10 months in Benin. I will keep you posted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-6572654925271625470?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/6572654925271625470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=6572654925271625470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/6572654925271625470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/6572654925271625470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/screening-day.html' title='Screening Day'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZ6sQU_3T1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_uFCQb5THZo/s72-c/sBED0902_SCREENG_CTON_DB12_LO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-2207883365170186174</id><published>2009-02-17T20:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:37:12.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa Mercy in the Port of Cotonou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsRnHnZSmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FG8865iahwg/s1600-h/Benin,+First+Installment+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303852349915744866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsRnHnZSmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FG8865iahwg/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be home for the 10 months! A visual picture of where I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-2207883365170186174?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/2207883365170186174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=2207883365170186174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2207883365170186174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/2207883365170186174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/africa-mercy-in-port-of-cotonou.html' title='Africa Mercy in the Port of Cotonou'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsRnHnZSmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FG8865iahwg/s72-c/Benin,+First+Installment+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-3202607190849514337</id><published>2009-02-17T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:28:25.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Open House - Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>As we prepare to begin our 2009 Benin Field Service the ship is filled with busy people preparing all the areas of the ship. This pass Friday the Hospital opened it's doors to the whole crew and gave us a taste of what was to come. Below are some fun photos of the festivities....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303842816881200226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsI8OS2DGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yR1nYazLRIQ/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The ward are not the conventional white clinical approach, rather filled with vibrant colour and very soon great activity as patients arrive next week when surgery begins on the 24th February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303845999396179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsL1eFizdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V0hybe2j0cs/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Operating Theaters where open for us to see, usually they are closed off to crew, and we all could try our hand at different skills needed in the OR. Above Dr. Paul Theron an anesthetist from South Africa shows our 'future' surgeons the skill of intubating a patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303847499977653490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsNM0MC_PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L8CXK8YTqI8/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next the surgeon arrives ready to help in any way. We start their training very young on board!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303848509534158370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsOHlFEviI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a5-n1CKndiM/s400/Benin,+First+Installment+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the surgery is complete, the next step would be to stitch the patient closed. In order to be ready to Dr. Gary, our faith MaxFax surgeon for the last 24 years shows crew members the art of stitching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-3202607190849514337?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/3202607190849514337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=3202607190849514337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3202607190849514337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3202607190849514337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/hospital-open-house-frirday-13th.html' title='Hospital Open House - Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZsI8OS2DGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yR1nYazLRIQ/s72-c/Benin,+First+Installment+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-129886035546643529</id><published>2009-02-10T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:54:53.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We have arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZHCKqmlV8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/g2fwm8b6KeE/s1600-h/DSC09061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301231724882384834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZHCKqmlV8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/g2fwm8b6KeE/s320/DSC09061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We have finally arrived in the port of Cotonou, after a rocking and rolling night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anchor&lt;/span&gt; 2 miles off the coast, after our 10 day sail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were due to arrive yesterday morning but experiences some difficulties with our engines and were forced go to anchor while the engineers worked hard to fix the engines that we needed to enter the port. &lt;em&gt;(Left: The M/V Africa Mercy docking in the port of Cotonou, Benin, West Africa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZHGaieiHQI/AAAAAAAAADA/eTUwTB4qX6A/s1600-h/DSC08896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301236395625553154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZHGaieiHQI/AAAAAAAAADA/eTUwTB4qX6A/s320/DSC08896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cotonou Port is a very tricky port to enter with difficult currents and sharp turns. After many hours of hard work the engines were fixed and ready to go and we entered the post around 9 am this morning. Sadly the welcome committee had drastically reduced over night, but it was good to be met by our advanced Team and close to dry land. The port authorities are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strict&lt;/span&gt; and even though it is 7.30 pm and we have been in port for over 10 hours we are not clear to leave the ship and go onto dry land. &lt;em&gt;(Right: friendly fisherman welcome us into port)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZHIhkPbZeI/AAAAAAAAADI/vKDYHW1oFzQ/s1600-h/DSC09038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301238715381409250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZHIhkPbZeI/AAAAAAAAADI/vKDYHW1oFzQ/s320/DSC09038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after just a few hours you realise how developed the nation of Benin is, compared to Liberia. Last night the city lights were clearly visiable from my port hole. Lights! A lighthouse on the harbour wall! These are things that you would not see in Liberia, at least not yet. In a strange way now that we have arrived in Cotonou, i am beginning to miss Monrovia. A place i called home for 18 months. I am looking forward to discovering what Benin has to offer and to see what God has install for our crew. It is a very exciting time. &lt;em&gt;( Left: The tug boat waiting to help us turn sharp right as we enter the port, in the fore ground is our Advanced Team and Mercy Team waving us in.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks will be a busy time. As we prepare for our mass screening day and set up the hospital and get ready for 10 months of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it for the glory of God.' 1 Corinthians 10 v 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-129886035546643529?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/129886035546643529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=129886035546643529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/129886035546643529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/129886035546643529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-arrived.html' title='We have arrived!'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SZHCKqmlV8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/g2fwm8b6KeE/s72-c/DSC09061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-41615889553989088</id><published>2009-02-08T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:01:33.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday at sea ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SY8x01is53I/AAAAAAAAACo/0u7pWZketgk/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510070233950066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SY8x01is53I/AAAAAAAAACo/0u7pWZketgk/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I quite easily take this time at sea for granted and then you have moments like we had yesterday afternoon. Let me take a step back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do on a Saturday at sea on board the Africa Mercy?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last 6 months i think you would have normally found me in my office trying to catch up on work missed while teaching... but yesterday I had the most relaxing day i have had in a while. I decided to take a book out onto Deck 7 and read in the Sun. It was a glorious day. At about 2 o'clock the over head page when say there were Dolphins on the bow - something that has become 'normal' the last 10 days. This time it was a pod of about 30 dolphins by far our biggest sighting this sail. They stayed around for about 20minutes before swimming a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About an hour later the page goes again: "This is a drill, MAN OVERBOARD! All crew on look out for 'Boxy the Sailor' last seen on the aft port side 3 minutes ago." Throughout the sail the Captain conducts drills which we have to practice. So the ship stops and turns around, a 20 min process. We hope Boxy is a good swimmer! 25 minutes the bits of Boxy were spotted and the crew congratulated on a successful drill. &lt;em&gt;Not sure i can swim for 25 minutes so am not going to plan to fall over board anytime soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SY8tRWeIatI/AAAAAAAAACg/NhQ9jT6ezOk/s1600-h/IMG_7445A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300505062551349970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SY8tRWeIatI/AAAAAAAAACg/NhQ9jT6ezOk/s320/IMG_7445A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No sooner had i settled down with my book, when the over head page goes again: "Whales on the starboard side. 3 killer whales spotted, 1 male 2 female." So up we get and run (walk fast, no running on board) to the starboard side to see this amazing sight. A family pod of Killer Whales. I would have thought seen that we were so far south, off the coast of Ghana the water would have been too warm for them, but no there they were. They didn't stop for us to have a long look, just carried on their way. &lt;em&gt;(the picture is one of the females, they didn't play along and pose for a good photo.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long lazy afternoon i managed to finish my book and retreat to the air conditioning of the ship and enjoy a evening playing cards with friends. A Saturday at sea on board the M/V Africa Mercy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-41615889553989088?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/41615889553989088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=41615889553989088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/41615889553989088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/41615889553989088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/spotting-big-5-at-sea.html' title='A Saturday at sea ...'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SY8x01is53I/AAAAAAAAACo/0u7pWZketgk/s72-c/IMG_0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-3667939896390897616</id><published>2009-02-05T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:19:23.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded by nothing but beauty...</title><content type='html'>It is a humbling and awe inspiring experience looking out to sea and seeing nothing but .... you feel incredibly insignificant yet privilege all at the same time. The below photograph was a moment captured, even when there is nothing out there, God sends something to remind you that He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299388075171769442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 521px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYs1YION7GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K0VKwIrnGWA/s400/Tenerife+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 148&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord. Praise the LORD from the heavens, praise him in the heights above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise him, all his angels, praise him, all his heavenly hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise him, sun and moon, praise him, all you shining stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise him, you highest heavens and you waters above the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them praise the name of the Lord, for he commanded and they were created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set them in place for ever and ever; he gave a decree that will never pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the LORD from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild animals and all cattle, small creatures and flying birds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kings of the earth and all nations, you princes and all rulers on earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young men and maidens, old men and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them praise the name of the Lord, for his name alone is exalted; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has raised up for his people a horn, the praise of all his saints, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of Israel, the people close to his heart. Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-3667939896390897616?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/3667939896390897616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=3667939896390897616' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3667939896390897616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3667939896390897616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/surrounded-by-nothing-but-beauty.html' title='Surrounded by nothing but beauty...'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYs1YION7GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K0VKwIrnGWA/s72-c/Tenerife+109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-4934947956219631083</id><published>2009-02-04T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:44:42.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 at Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYod2MfDMoI/AAAAAAAAACA/VOIJzVR7-7s/s1600-h/Tenerife+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299074365969031314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 572px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 444px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYoYD2X2YJI/AAAAAAAAABo/6aeX02j3S8E/s400/Tenerife+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 5 days at sea you would think that the crew would be crawling the walls(bulkheads) to reach dry land but it has been such a smooth calm sail that we are enjoying the natural rhythm of things. The bow of the ship is open for crew to get some fresh air and to sea the waves crashing against the ship. And if you are very lucky you get see a few dolphins and even whales in their natural habitats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYsxeqtpqpI/AAAAAAAAACI/kOhIcU_Ku4I/s1600-h/Tenerife+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299383789463120530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYsxeqtpqpI/AAAAAAAAACI/kOhIcU_Ku4I/s320/Tenerife+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I decided to take my Junior High Bible Class onto Deck 7 (Outside deck) to enjoy the last of the mild weather. Studying the passage of Scripture from Mark 4 where Jesus Calms the Storms, has new meaning while sail on a ship in the middle of the ocean. Thankfully there were no storms to content with but the students were able to put themselves in the Disciples shoes and relate closer to their perspective. This is another example of the unique experience my students have - going to school on as ship.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Photo on the right: the bow of the ship cutting into the waves, picture me dangling over the edge to take the photo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we travel closer to our destination, Cotonou, Benin we feel the temperature rising even 80 km out at sea. Tonight the sunset was masked by the last of the Harmaton (dust storms from the Sahara which blow through West Africa each summer.) Benin's average temperature is 30 degrees Celsius with 80 - 90 % humidity. We are are slowly preparing ourselves for the heat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-4934947956219631083?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/4934947956219631083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=4934947956219631083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/4934947956219631083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/4934947956219631083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-5-at-sea.html' title='Day 5 at Sea'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYoYD2X2YJI/AAAAAAAAABo/6aeX02j3S8E/s72-c/Tenerife+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-7656795764081673942</id><published>2009-02-04T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:59:03.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day as dawned....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYmYve9TupI/AAAAAAAAABg/5YfLHSsKSwM/s1600-h/LID0811_ACDGROUP_DB01_LO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298934378109581970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYmYve9TupI/AAAAAAAAABg/5YfLHSsKSwM/s320/LID0811_ACDGROUP_DB01_LO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been a very exciting week for me! After 6 months of being understaffed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;having to&lt;/span&gt; cover multiple positions I was able to start the week with only one job title - Principal of the Mercy Ships Academy. This sounds rather impressive and very grow up. I am excited about this new era and look forward to serving the families whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heartily&lt;/span&gt; in this position. As much as I will miss the day to day contact with the children that class teaching brings, I am looking forward to being able to focus on one job rather than being pulled in 20 different directions, feeling like I was in permanent crisis control mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now have 10 full time staff members and 5 part time teachers covering from 3 year old Preschool to Grade 12 - 15 years of schooling. We are starting our recruiting for the 2009/2010 school year and hope to fill all our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;positions&lt;/span&gt; from the start of the year. &lt;em&gt;(The above photo of the Mercy Ships Academy and Staff was taken last year in November in Monrovia, Liberia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-7656795764081673942?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/7656795764081673942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=7656795764081673942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/7656795764081673942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/7656795764081673942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-day-as-dawned.html' title='A New Day as dawned....'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYmYve9TupI/AAAAAAAAABg/5YfLHSsKSwM/s72-c/LID0811_ACDGROUP_DB01_LO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-3802084611587120856</id><published>2009-02-01T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:07:31.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Santa Cruz, Tenerife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYczsgp9GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ozWaCa9zUYk/s1600-h/Tenerife+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297953686095000674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYczsgp9GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ozWaCa9zUYk/s400/Tenerife+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday the M/V Africa Mercy left the beautiful Port of Santa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cruz&lt;/span&gt; and started our 10 day sail to Cotonou, Benin. It was a perfect day to start our sail - the water was calm and the wind was only a gentle breeze as we left the harbour. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tenerife&lt;/span&gt; has become our second home as we journey there each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; for technical work and restocking after the year in West Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-3802084611587120856?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/3802084611587120856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=3802084611587120856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3802084611587120856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/3802084611587120856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-santa-cruz-tenerife.html' title='Leaving Santa Cruz, Tenerife'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYczsgp9GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ozWaCa9zUYk/s72-c/Tenerife+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737497744685697033.post-8149727511952168975</id><published>2009-02-01T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:55:42.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution :)</title><content type='html'>After 2 years with Mercy Ships, I have finally decided to commit to be a better communicator! Hence the creation of this blog and the attempt to add posts regularly. As my skills develop so will the creativity of the entries. My hope is to add regular posts about events and everyday things that have become normal to me but are unique to the crazy world of 'the ship'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6737497744685697033-8149727511952168975?l=nikkialdum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/feeds/8149727511952168975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6737497744685697033&amp;postID=8149727511952168975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/8149727511952168975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6737497744685697033/posts/default/8149727511952168975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkialdum.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution :)'/><author><name>Nikki Aldum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076764403921285300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ_qhaQ6dhQ/SYYe60XZKUI/AAAAAAAAABI/DSUwLE8RshQ/S220/Naomi%27s+DR+Pictures+051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
