Paul and Betty are both extra busy these days because planting season is coming up and they have to prepare the garden. Betty is already a full time volunteer at the health centre, a mother of two, aged two and four, and since last week she is the secretary at the church.
This morning Betty had to set her alarm. She got up at 5:30am. When I woke up just after 6am, Paul was already digging in the garden just past his house. I walked up to the toilet and saw Wilson milking the cow as I passed the animal's house.
Yesterday I arrived at work late because I locked my key inside our house. I had to borrow Steven's hammer to pry off the lock held on by nails.
It took only a minute to get off. (That is why, Betty said, that Paul always has his eye on the door while we eat supper in their house.)
Then I straightened out the nails by hammering them into the mud floor which is more solid than the bare compacted earth in front of our house. .
Lately there have been problems with the well in front of the church by our place. The wood handle to crank the rope was falling apart so it was awkward to turn. Plus some days the water is really sandy. I understand that the water-level is getting low down there and that it had not been dug quite deep enough. So apparently this week someone will be down there digging it deeper. I don't mind getting water at the stream or the pump by bicycle, but during the week it is hard to find the time, especially lately because I have been staying later at work.
I hope that someone can bring us water until the well is fixed.
