Friday 18th

Well, Mama Brigitte wasn't at church today, so the normal cooking hierarchy was totally abandoned. It was every man for himself. I’m usually relegated to sorting rice, the skill set for which could easily be satisfied by a gorilla. But today was my chance for the big time.
Today I was playing with the big boys, namely carrots and cabbages.

On my first day Mama B tried me out on the carrots, but soon took them away from me when she realised I was incapable of chopping them without them flying all over the place. That's when the rice sorting began.

You see, it's one thing cutting vegetables at home on a board with a sharp knife. It's another thing all together chopping them onto your hands with a blunt knife.

But today the carrots weren't the problem. It was the cabbages. I’ve never chopped cabbages before in my life, except for a nightmarish cabbage pie incident on Year of Training that I’d rather forget. For questions, ask Jacobeth.

Fortunately, a few minutes later one of the Ubuzima ladies came over and enlisted me to help with the beads. Phew! And hopefully Mama B will never find out that I overstepped my metron.
Our newest intern arrived last night, and I met him for the first time today. He's a farm boy from Canada. Enough said.

After serving up for the street kids, we took Mike into town for a quick lunch and tour of Kigali.He had no phone, no money and certainly no clue, so I wrote the name of the church on his arm and gave him five quid in case he got lost.

Then we went to visit Patrick at his home.

Karyn had her camera with her, and within minutes we were surrounded by kids.

(Photos: Karyn Makins)

In the evening we watched Die Hard. Can't believe that the sequel is called Die Harder.