GuyWao

Once upon a time, I was walking through the market in search for an egg for my lovely girlfriend who was making a pumpkin pie. We were having a feast that night with the Sinclair-Peter’s at their home with American food. I grabbed my bag, and headed out the door after being told by Sam with only her eyes. Funny how that works....

I got distracted. Low and behold a box of colourful chics. Pink ones, green ones, yellow and red. I was hooked. I bent down, picked up a pink one, and gazed up at the lady and asked, “tow rai?” (how much). “sip baht” she replied. (10 baht – a.k.a 33 Canadian cents)  Done.

As I walked back to the Sinclair-Peter’s yard, with a hardboiled egg in one hand... oops.... and the chic in the other, I was greeted with phrases of shock and discouragement. “What were you thinking!?” and “You’re dumb!” is all I heard. But “I love you” is all I heard in my heart. I was in my glory. I had purchased my first ever mission trip mascot.

The team has since then embraced her fully. Her name is Guywao – (guy - thai for chicken) named after BaWao whom we hope to bless with at the end of our time here. She will receive one bright pink egg laying chicken! She lives with us at the Lighthouse in a small cage covered in mosquito netting. We feed her, give her water, and we all take turns playing with her. She has now grown attached to us and follows us everywhere we go. She is perfect, and unlike D.R Congo last summer, I will not be slitting its throat and feasting on her remains. She has been with us now for three days. I’m a proud papa.

Sam pulled me aside that night and said, “I didn’t know you were ‘that’ guy”. She fears I’ll be the impulsive man who buys a puppy because it’s cute and does not think about the consequences. Does she not know me at all? ...... BAH! ;)