Pushing The Boundaries

The skies are brilliant blue today, making P.E sweaty work toiling under the sun. Must admit to "taking five" under a small tree every now and again despite the fact it's still not 9am. We play a game of football where players have a number, and then a number is called. They have to run around the pitch and then score in the opposing child's goal. They really get into it and competition is fierce. Second is certainly first loser here.

After Lessons, Uncle Junior ( all none class teachers are called this or Aunt), the PE teacher, takes me to a local watering hole, within crawling distance from the school, which serves Palm Wine. The place is very conspicuous shed on the end of someone's house. The wine has a mild, milky appearance. It's taste is quite pleasant, though I have yet to determine what it tastes like. The brew gets poured into a reused beer or pop bottles from a canister. You get a mug and away you go.

Finally manage to do some blogging today, before walking to the Banana Pitch, once more, for a semi-final match. The game ends 0-0 again. Why don't they make the smaller goals bigger?

When I return home, C shows me some clippings and pictures from yesteryear. One of them details the death of one of her husbands in a canoe accident at sea in 1977. He had survived a similar situation canoeing to Nigeria some three months previously , where he was one of only 25 people out of 140 to be saved. This time he was not so lucky.

I have a quiet night tonight with a very good book, and the BBC world service (in FM) completing it.