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Africa Inland Mission
February 18, 2017 1:26 am
Published in: Ministry Life

Out in Salawe, before we got our own “chicken run” and coop, we were hard pressed to find eggs to eat. The waSukuma usually brought eggs to sell that had been abandoned by the setting hen – and you know those eggs were “ripe” and floated when tested in water.

About 50 miles away, on one of our 0ther mission stations, the resident missionary saved “good” eggs for us. I usually dropped by to pick them up to take home when I went the 70+ miles to town for supplies. They were always well packed, wrapped in newspaper so they wouldn’t break on the rough roads we traveled.

This time, my safari to town was on my Matchless motorcycle. On my way home I stopped by for any eggs saved for us. There was a tin box full with the wrapped eggs and I tied the box onto the motorcycle carrier. Off I went, down the bumpy road, across the rough mbugas (seasonal cotton-soil swamps), through the forest and on home about 30+ miles away. All arrived safe and sound — or, rather, I did.

What I didn’t realize was that anything carried on the carrier over the back fender of the motorcycle at least doubles any road vibrations and bumps. And the eggs were back there! When I arrived home I opened the tin box to take out the eggs – they were well scrambled! And, well mixed with pieces of news paper! What a mess – and waste!

Needless to say, we survived an “egg famine” until my next trip to town. And I learned that if any other trips were on the Matchless, I had to carry a neck/shoulder bag to put the eggs in. Better yet, since we had radio contact with that other station, I was able to let them know when my trip would be by Land Rover, my trusty vehicle! Carried on the front seat ensured they arrive home safely.

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