Lazarus

Today George and I went to Togo where any fears I had about the woeful inadequacy of my French were dispelled when we were met by our host Moses, chairman of Global Evangelical Church in Togo, and he doesn't speak French either. He's a Ghanaian who speaks English and Ewe (pronounced Eh-weh) - the local language of Togo as well as Ghana's Volta Region. It's one of those artificial borders drawn by the British and French when they divided up German Togoland after WW1 (not that it's German, French or British, it's Ewe).
This is Lazarus - not his real name but that's what they call him as he runs the St Lazaire school for orphans. An amazing man - he gets around on this ancient and dilapidated hand-powered tricycle or crawling with flip-flops on his hands. He runs the school which also provides care for the children. He personally farms the land between the school and his house, not having any money to pay anybody else to do it. He looks after his 6 children (all these except the little girl in the red dress) on his own after his wife left him.
No wonder the kids at school listened so well when I told them about him.