DRIVEN BY POVERTY

Today is Saturday and the children get up in the morning for chores. They have to do laundry in buckets and hand wash their clothes. Then they have to empty out all of the plastic drawers they have and wash everything down. I stayed home this morning and had a very relaxing time in the back of our little house. I found a lovely grass area and tree to sit in the shade and read my book. I was joined shortly by some little ones who came upon me on their travels and they loved playing with my hair. They would just stroke it and enjoy the feel of it as it is so new to them with their little short tight curls. While I was being pampered by 6 year olds, team mates Gerry and Jeanie went into town. Upon their return they came across an accident. A train had derailed after hitting a large truck filled with diesel and apparently it was mayhem. Hundreds of men appeared and began looting the truck for oil. Some of them even jumped into the oil! It wasn't until the army showed up and started shooting tear gas that everyone scampered off in every direction. Apparently within minutes everyone had disappeared as if into thin air. Such dire straits would only drive people to do something so very dangerous. Apparently a bush fire was burning only meters away from the entire scene. Scary business!