04 March 2009

Part I

Today's entry is brought to you in two parts.  Each will relate to the two halves of my day.  I have spoken far too much about walking back and forth between town and the compound.  I will let pictures make up for my verbose descriptions.  All I will say, to save the integrity of the wordless second part is that I have completed the table top and I saw Sue who is looking and feeling a whole lot better.

This morning I had an average day at the SJC.  David came in a little late because he was at the hospital with his daughter.  The doctors seem to have found the culprit of her caught, but she needs to stay at the hospital for a few days.  For David, he has to go back and forth between the hospital and the center for work.  I offered my assistance with anything he may need and took a note for him to get his healthcare slip from Judi.  I kept busy with the usual daily accounting.  I had some problems with last months finances and I do not want to have to go through everything three times at the end of this month to figure out what receipt I missed recording.

We had some entertainment when the students from Malava Girls Secondary ran through the town streets singing and shouting.  I was initially told that it was a strike, which turns out to be a regular occurrence.  Angela said she and her fellow classmates went on strike her last year when a classmate was kicked out for talking to a family member during church.  The girls came rushing back quickly and the idea of a strike seemed to be wrong.  Possibly they were celebrating the results of the KCSE.  Today the scores were released from the December test.  Like the British A Levels, one set of tests determines everything for a student.  How well you perform in class 8 will place you in a good secondary school and how well you do in form 4 will determine if you can go to college.  Score below a C+ and you cannot apply for an African college.  The stakes are high, cheating rampant and wait far too long.  Today's newspaper named the top 100 candidates from each province and countrywide.  Regardless, it was funny to see the girls sprinting in front of the market in song and dance.  Behind were some of the less enthusiastic of the bunch kicking dirt along the way.