Happy end

Johanna is in Blantyre for the day… and me I’m very angry because the car is late as always. The driver eventually arrives. He’s almost 3 hours late… No excuses just a vague “I had stuff to do first…” We totally understand the fact that we’re not a priority on their list but they could give us call!! I thought it was a “money” matter – maybe they can’t afford to call us… I asked them to give us a “missed call” … so that we can call them back. But they never do… When I arrive at the nursery, I can’t hide it… I’m furious and I said so. Mwawe doesn’t like it. I don’t care. I’m tired of the game now. I must look pretty scary… “It won’t happen again” she says.

Later Mwawe sits with me… and tells me about Mwowi, the little boy with the wounded foot (see Friday 10). He went back to his parents. No one abandoned him into the crops. He was playing with some other kids and got lost. Happy end.