I cannot believe that is was only this morning that i was playing with play dough in play group ... before that however i had washed up breakfast (thats my job as i don't do early morning feeding) , dead headed a whole rose garden, hard boiled some eggs, and mended a whole box full of books. Play dough was at 8.30! Who am i and what have you done with the real me who doesn't do mornings very well! The day starts at 6 but it is light from 5 so it doesn't feel as bad.
It is now 10.30pm, the wind is howling around after a baking day and we are expecting a storm around midnight. 8 do hope so, it is just sooooooooo dry here. I have dry feet, dry arms, dry lips, and despite drinking gallons of juice and water (and other things including tonic water!) i am permanently thirsty. There is barely any grass on site and the eater tank is empty. If the mains goes we are stuck. Listening to the wind i will be expecting a power outage very soon, my torch is next to my bed!
Today is our last working day. We have not been here long enough, everyone is into a good routine now and we want more but tomorrow is Saturday when we do not work although we might play with the children at playtime maybe.
Playgroup passed peaceably enough with much building of mega blocks and kitchen equipment. It lasts from 8.15to 11.30 which is a long time with 30 toddlers especially in Africa where time goes slower. We all feel we have been here forever.
At lunch time i heard the sad news that a boy from the school over the road had drowned in the river yesterday. He had gone to swim after school in the muddy, sewage riven river and had drowned, his body had been found this morning. I don't know him but it was still shocking news.
This is a hard country to be in, life is tough and the people have to be tough too. At lunch time i met daniel who runs the jewels for hope charity who i always buy jewellery from and we had a conversation about his life, how at 6 his mother died and his dad worked away. He was brought up by his grandad and he earned his keep by looking after his cows. Now he is at university studying a business degree and running a charity to help young girls and boys of secondary school age to learn a Craft (jewellery making;) to enable them to earn a living. Sadly a few of the group have got married (at 16)...not forced fortunately but they have few skills to sustain them in the future if things go wrong. He is a great example of someone who had no education but is determined to make something of himself and to help others. In the same vein Lerato, a young man of 25 who i have known a while, came to dinner tonight. He makes Samosas for a living and works in a pre school run by a friend of mine. He is trying to earn enough living to go to college to study theology and then he wants to open his own school. I have no doubt he will make it. These young people have such drive, passion and determination. i was so touched when, as he left he gave me a gift of some beautiful hand carved ear rings in the shape of Africa.i will cherish them.
Anyway, going back to our day, at lunch time i dead headed more roses, i had to stop this morning as the children were on their way to school and thought that running through the rose pulling off the petals was helping! It really wasn't!,
A quick phone call across continents to Andrew to offload some of the undesirable things of the morning helped life my mood and we headed to playgroup with cheery hearts ready to use the bubble machine which Andrew leaves out here but had not been able to use due to the really bad winds that they had been having which had brought the cold weather up from the Antarctic. as expected the children lived and and ran around hysterically. Tracey and i had also planned to get the parachute out to bounce the red noses on, an innocent occupation you would think! The children go mad when they see the parachute and we did manage a couple of successful bounces before we gave up and let them have some free play on the parachute which basically involved a bit pile up.
The main playgroup leader headed off to fetch some supplies in her wheelbarrow and left me in charge of smack time which was quite interesting as the children do not really listen to the voice of a white person in authority. I had to out my very deep strict voice on to get them to sit down and fold their arms and close their eyes to enable to give them the snacks that we had brought from England as a special treat. they thoroughly enjoyed gingerbread men, iced gems and mini penguins before heading back home. My house had no hot water so i couldn't repeat last nights bathing fun but managed to feed a few children before saying our goodbyes. I also managed to sneak a peak at the new baby in the next house too, 4 days old...so tiny! The little tiny premature baby in my house is doing really well by the way, growing slowly each day and putting on a little bit of weight. Next year, maybe he will be running around. There are 7 children in my house who i have known since last year or longer. The 2;special needs children who i have hardly Seen this week as they have been at school for 11 hours a day, and 5 others who i have got to know and love over the years. I hate the fact they are still there but at least i onow they re loved and cared for and are thriving. I have seen some grow from baby to child and it is lovely to see them develop into real characters.
I have gone on long enough. Emma cooked a lovely dinner tonight and she made some cakes earlier which sunk badly....something i warned her might happen but i am not sure she believed me! We had a pleasantly relaxing evening and we are all geared up to watch the rugby tomorrow!,, we are watching it with Peter who will of course be wearing green but there are more of us than him!
Emma and Tracey are snoring gently making me sleepy, there is still no sound of rain only wind so i will sign off and say Sala Hantle....stay well. Until tomorrow.
Jenny x