Elizabeth writes:

Ha Fusi village church is a simple building with no decoration, and just wooden benches to sit on.  It is one of eight outstations (daughter churches) of St Agnes, the large parish church on the edge of town where we live.  At the school farewell, the  churchwarden who is on our school management board asked when we would be visiting the church to say Goodbye.

Yesterday, David and I left home in glorious sunshine to catch the minibus and walk across the fields to the village;  it is nearly an hour’s walk from the main road to the village church.  When we arrived, we perched ourselves comfortably on one of the benches.  Not for long!  Two chairs were carried to the front of the church and to them we were escorted.  I could feel more royalty treatment coming on.

The service started as per prayer book with a few prayers, a hymn and a couple of bible readings.  It then seemed to become more of a farewell to us than a service.  Interspersed with prayers and hymns, different people would stand up and say how wonderful we were.  It all became rather embarrassing;  some embarrassment was saved when it started to rain and hail, eventually so heavily that the service came to a halt as the noise on the tin roof was deafening.  Fortunately, we had come prepared with a gift to the church (a bible for the lectern and some candles), and we were then presented with gifts from them.  I had been measured a while ago for my second seshoeshoe of the week….

…and David was given a straw hat made by one of the villagers.

Lunch had been prepared for us, so we enjoyed that watched by the cook and a few people from the church.  No-one else ate with us – they can’t afford that extravagance.
By then, the rain had settled in for the day, and we were not dressed for it.  Despite many attempts, no-one could contact the van driver who runs a basic taxi service from the village, so we had to walk.  It was pouring with rain and hail and blowing a cold wind, so that I could not believe it was supposed to be summer in Africa.  Ah well, we got home safely, dried off and looked back another emotional farewell from these lovely people.