Ntunungwe School

No - you don't stand a chance of pronouncing it, until you just try it phonetically, I stumble on it every time.   Today I've been up to Ntunungwe taking pictures of the children and staff there for a project I'm working on. 

You probably couldn't ask for a more willing subject matter and it became great fun taking pictures and showing them the camera, which caused great, great hilarity.  They may be a poor bunch, but they are a very happy lot indeed. Some would come back again and again wanting to have their pictures taken and it was quite a skill not to get faces shoved in the camera and, being kids, messing around just that little bit too much. 

The school is great, it reminds me of my primary school with sugar paper posters on the walls showing the alphabet, or simple maths.  There's so much care and attention it's quite warming. 

Today is much, much cooler - it's been a jumper day all day, a sheer delight.  Rather than trying to keep the boy cool, I've had him wrapped up and he's sleeping under a blanket at the moment - late afternoon.  A few days ago we were sweltering at this time of day.  Apparently this drop in temperature is very bad though, as it means there is less chance of rain.  All the normal signs I associate with rain - wind, cold mean it's being blown away and is not warm enough to bring the rain on. Up at the school, everything is very sparse as there is so little water and I'm told to be prepared to see Africa at it's worst if there is no rain. 

Dirk is off at a cattle sale overnight, I think I might treat the boy to a night in the big bed, which is pure indulgence on both our sides.