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Mrs R takes a tumble

Wed, 2010-05-19

There is a children’s game that most mothers will recognise which goes “Head, shoulders, knees and toes …”. Well, Mrs. R was playing games with the children at Kinamba and took lumps out of most of that list yesterday when she fell whilst being chased around the playground.

Bags for the boys

Sat, 2010-05-15

We are starting to get used to the different styles of shop here in Kigali and have learnt not to take the first price that is offered for anything. Two of our boys at Nyamirambo had come top of their class at school so we were asked if we could give them a small reward as an encouragement to the others.

We were there!

Sat, 2010-05-08

Someone told me a joke a while back. In Europe, where democracy it seems runs free, it can take days before anyone finds out the result of an election. (He had a point: the Western Isles ballot boxes aren’t looked at until the next day.) In Africa, they are far more efficient than that. They even know the result of the election before the voting takes place!

The good old days

Wed, 2010-05-05

Anyone that can remember ‘old money’ before decimalisation entered our lives may be familiar with the fond remembrance that one could get the bus into town, watch the pictures, have fish and chips on the way home and still have change out of half a crown.

The big test

Fri, 2010-04-30

It was unusually fast journey on the bus into CPR the other morning. The route usually takes an hour give or take a bit, but that morning I was there inside forty minutes. Something was wrong.

Vaccinations

Fri, 2010-04-30

It has been another busy week at the school in Kinamba. On Wednesday morning the nursery children were taken for their annual vaccination against worms. The thought of having to cope with over one hundred children having a needle stuck in them in quick succession is enough to fill anyone with dread, but fortunately the dose was administered by mouth.

Food again

Sat, 2010-04-24

Hands up anybody that has heard of a fourpit o’tatties. This is an expression that goes back to early 1960′s Edinburgh, and possibly elsewhere, that I have never heard since. I was only six at the time but Mrs Killin at the grocer knew what I meant. Anyway, I was reminded of this the other day as I slid through the mud on my way out to the road the other morning.

Back to school

Sat, 2010-04-24

On Monday the children here returned to school after the break, and so did I. Like the primary 1 and 2 classes I did not arrive until after lunch. The school is in Kinamba, near the Kigali Genocide Memorial Centre and about 45 minutes from the house. It is situated in a very poor part of the city and many of the children would not get the chance of an education if it did not exist.

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