A baby, a pram, steps and 10 minutes of the most tedious film I’ve seen in a quite a while. Well that describes how the day ended but it started with a walk across the airport to Kaoma High School. We had to arrange the second of our workshops. This time we were aiming to take kids of about Junior Cert age. The high school sits right beside the airport (big field). We just showed up at the school and started asking around for the principal. Eventually we managed to get a meeting with the Deputy Head. We were brought into his office which despite its small size had 2 large couches in front of his desk. We sat on the couches and it felt like being back in school it was so low. We told him our story and his said we could take grade 10’s on Wednesday afternoon. We then asked how many children there would be and he said 10 x 6 (so sixty right, wrong) 624 and then he started laughing (oh thank god he’s joking, wrong). He was serious we have to teach a hall full of 624, 15 year old Zambians about engineering oh shit (with bells on top). We didn’t say anything because we were all so stunned. We walked out of his office our jaws sweeping the carpet as we left. Our workshops are designed for small scale interaction not 600 kids in a big hall. We’re gonna have to totally change our workshop. So while we all tried to overcome the shock we headed for the older boys orphanage and the blockmaking plant that’s there. As we approached on kid spotted us and like a warrior warning of an attacking force he started shouting back to his friends “Makua, Makua” and tonnes of kids came running out towards us. They wanted us to play soccer but we forgot the ball. We drew a sketch of the blockmaking yard and had a look at a biogas refinery before playing with the kids more. They all want us to spin them by the arms but you get a bit afraid your gonna break their arms off. We then had to head back to the guesthouse where we had some computer work to do, I won’t bore you with details. We then headed for town to do some surfing on the world wide web (willies was open thank god).After some shopping it was back home where over dinner we started discussing which film to watch for the evening. A bit of a running joke had started about a film called the “Untouchables” where Áine would ask what it was about every time it was mentioned (you had to be there) so we thought we better watch that. And this brings me back to where this post started, what a tedious, badly acted generally bad film it was (worse than a film showing washing machines rotate for 2 hours). So here I find myself in bed thinking 4 thoughts, what a shit film, 600 hundred bloody children oh shit, I have to tuck my mossy net in and it’s time to read some Steig Larsson. I shall return 24 hours having lived another African day.
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