Khady and I are currently in limbo, waiting for the birth. Waiting, waiting, waiting unable to do much or go anywhere. Following my accident, I’m restricted to one handed activities and she’s feeling tired, hot and uncomfortable.
It’s tiresome and every day I’m asked many times where the baby is – I’m tempted to lay her down and jump up and down to push it out. I’m not really – that was a joke.
Here’s an update from the past couple of weeks:
The rains continue and it’s a little humid but everything is lush and green. Here I am in a Kafountine inter-wet cafe (thanks Dick Davies for the joke – I don’t wish to take the credit). I was “surfing” the net with water above my ankles:
Last week I started getting worried about the lack of rain. It seemed to me that it started off well, before my trip to England, but then I realised we’d gone a couple of weeks with out any and we were in danger of needing to start watering the garden from the well. I haven’t even had my annual “dig Kermit out of a swamp” experience yet.
With all of the corn, beans, sweet potato and so on that we’ve planted, it’s important we do get a good monsoon as from October till June we’re unlikely to see a drop. This of course is even more important for the rice farmers and others that rely more on their land to feed themselves for the following year.
And now it’s raining again, but not nearly as much as in the last couple of years. What I love is watching the big storms arrive. One minute it’s blue skies and sweltering heat, then huge towering black clouds whisk in, the wind starts blowing and everyone’s running around like at the beginning of “the Wizard of Oz”, bringing everything inside, tying things down and so on. As the howling wind sweeps away all the mosquitoes and I run towards the house with what feels like buckets of water being chucked at me, Bandit the dog and Gulliver running alongside, it feels exhilarating.
During one storm, we lost two trees, one of which was a 20 meter tall fromagier. Thankfully it was overgrown with creepers and liana’s, so just hung rather than fell, when it was uprooted.
Along with the usual insect suspects, we spotted some of these crawling around, identified via our Little Baobab facebook page as a Deaths head hawk moth Caterpillar:
Faceba caught a monitor lizard – as is the norm here, he killed it. I’m conflicted about this – I don’t want to kill the wildlife, but on the other hand, it has eaten every single one of our ducklings. We finally succeeded in having one live for a few weeks before we heard a kerfuffle and found a few feathers and a head.
We’ve also been installing a water system – I just need to connect the pump and we’ll have running water. We will pump water from the well, into a “chateau” water tower, where a white cement (non-toxic by all accounts) lined tank holds 6000 litres. This is then gravity fed to the bathrooms and kitchens.
The plumbers put on an impromptu drumming performance during a heavy rain break. Activities that would be entirely mundane back home are often so exotic here and as long as that remains the case, I’ll be a very happy little baobab.