Posted by: macahajo | May 29, 2014

Our trip to Santa Lucia

We opened the foot gate and stepped out onto the red dirt road. We walked a couple blocks to the main road to get a taxi, dodging muddy spots from the rains the night before. There are no side-walks here!


Along our way, we greeted Lucy, a sweet lady who sells fruits and vegetables near our home. We passed a shop that does pedicures (I’m not so sure it would be up to code in America!) and other little stands where people sell fruits, vegetables, soap, drinks, and other miscellaneous items. We also passed a variety of houses- nicer homes with gates and high security walls and smaller, dilapidated shacks with no running water or electricity.

When we got to the main road, we signaled to a taxi driver that we needed a ride. He pulled over, and we told him that we needed to go to Santa Lucia. He told us that he would take us for 200 cfa  (about 40 cents) each. So, we got into the taxi, and joined the woman already in the back seat.  In Yaounde, strangers share taxis. If someone doesn’t want to share a taxi, you say, depot, and the taxi driver won’t stop for anyone else.  You’ll pay more, but you’ll have the the taxi to yourself.  Mark and I didn’t mind sharing the taxi with a stranger during the day. It’s kind of like riding the bus or train in America- sometimes you share a seat with a stranger.  It’s okay 😉

We arrived at Santa Lucia within a few minutes, and we did some of our shopping on the lower level of the store. We put powdered milk, tomato sauce, instant coffee (until we buy our coffee maker!), and noodles into our basket. Then, we headed to the upper level where they sell some bathroom supplies, office supplies, and household items.


We needed silverware. At this particular store, they had several shelves of forks, knives, and spoons. The stronger, better utensils were individually wrapped; 12 forks in a sack, 12 spoons in a sack, etc. But, none of these sacks completely matched the other sacks.  (For example, the forks were flowered while the spoons were plain). And there were no dessert forks at all.  The few utensils that were sold in a complete set were very cheap.   I decided on a ‘set’ of strong utensils that I thought matched nicely, but when I got to the counter, they didn’t know the price of the sack of spoons I chose, so they couldn’t sell them to me. I offered them a price, like I would do in the market, but they wouldn’t barter. This is a real store with set prices.  I like to barter, but I couldn’t this time.  🙂 So, I put my spoons back, and I picked out forks and big spoons that matched, and little spoons and knives that matched. And I finished checking out.

This is life in Africa!  🙂

-Cathy Lynn





  1. You are at your destination and not it is all of the little journeys you have. Be safe . God bless you all.

    • Love you, mom! 🙂 We are learning so much along this journey, and I enjoy blogging to share about the lessons and the journey!

  2. So wonderful, reading your life there! Cathy, you should make a book out of this. You’re a terrific writer! We’re all praying for your ministry there and your safety! love, Sue Dettman

  3. I love your post! I almost felt like I was experiencing this trip to the store with you. The pictures help me know what it’s like. Would you mind posting a picture of your house and the what you look at out your front door? You’re a good, vivid writer!

    • Thank you, Aunt Carol and Sue for your encouraging words. I enjoy writing a lot- and doing so helps me process things! Maybe I will write a book someday! 🙂 PS I will post pictures soon of our home and view!

  4. We are so privileged and happy that we can follow along on your journey for/with Christ. Just know that you all are constantly in our prayers.

    God Bless from all of us!
    the olsons

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