The source of the problem

I continue to be unwell  Thankfully not as bad as Wednesday, but I have detected the source of the problem: malaria prophylaxis, specifically, malarone. A few years ago my system couldn't tolerate the other popular preventer, doxicycline. I'm not allergic to gin and tonic though. Sadly I'm not allowed alcohol here, being an mchungaji. (Pedant alert: yes I know the quinine is in the tonic, but really - bread and butter comes to mind.) So,  what to do? I've sought medical and local advice and I'm going fly solo. My next destination is malaria free and provided I'm sensible and sleep under a net tonight I should be ok...
It's mid-winter's day today! It was very cold as we left Singida this morning and we didn't need the air conditioning in the car until well on into the journey back to Dodoma. I'm on my own for the first time, so I ventured out into the town, now turned into a thriving city since I was first here 14 years ago. I don't recognise the place, the development has been, and continues to be, that intense.
However, there were some familiar places. Memories of a very long train journey to Tabora in 2005.
And my farewell meal in the old New Dodoma Hotel.
Here are a few more pictures from yesterday's graduation. Simon dished out the certificates while I had the privilege of praying for each attendee.
We were kindly presented with a kanga each. Fetching, don't you think? 
Also, I found out that I have been made a church member of Iyanza Baptist Church, Mwanza, since preaching there last Sunday! 
Plus  some odds and ends. From the church in Mwanza where we were teaching,  a symbol for an aggressive drummer...(budumdumchii) 
And my favourite Tanzanian dish: 'Chips mayai.'
You regular readers might be interested to know that the country from where you are reading is traced by the blog. Welcome Jim and Sue Strother in Barbados! Have a great time. Finally, I'm off to see a little girl with a badly broken arm later this afternoon, the operation for which has kindly been paid for by church members at Hope Baptist. 




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