A beautiful, wounded little bird
I had the privilege of visiting Asimwe, this beautiful yet wounded five year old, and Christina, her mummy, yesterday afternoon. I hadn't seen them since the day of Asimwe's accident. We sat and drank delicious freshly made fruit juice together in their home. Asimwe, without a word, just came and sat next to me and snuggled in. How precious.
Asimwe is making good progress and is back at school, the hero with a broken arm. Let's pray the bone mends as it should and the metal rod which was inserted comes out successfully having done its job. Here are mother and daughter on their front door step.
You can see from the next photo that Christina's house is not finished yet (eg blue plastic sheeting for windows), but it is all hers so she pays no rent and is able to improve it pole pole (slowly slowly). She is willing to courageously speak out on domestic abuse in her very patriarchal culture, so it would be great if a connection to a suitable charity could be found. Simon and I are on the case, but we are open to suggestions!
Well, I'm on the bus on my way to a town called Kondoa 3 hours to the north of Dodoma. It left on time (a miracle), so I should be with the lovely Pugh family in the next hour or so. Then it's into the bush ...