Sick... to be continued

My stomach pains and rotten eggs belches increase, making me decide not to accompany Tess on the internet hunt but to stay near an accessible toilet, that I use frequently while Tess is off using the internet, I hope!

The children join me on the beds and mats under the grass canopy, the mosquito nets slung up onto the rafters. I learn everyone's name and hand my dearest little gregarious friend, whose confidence and assertiveness makes her an outcast so of course, I have chosen her to shower my attention on.

I have a blank book I am writing down my Wolof and now Pular words so I can converse at least a little. I do not wish to learn french.

Jasi has a bag of colored pens that we open. He shares the pens with one of my girls, the persecuted one.

I urge her to draw the first picture and she does, bold lines, bright colors