Yes, I had
visions of the panic rush before leaving. Our last night was filled with some
of the kids making necklaces with beads and the shells we collected; farewells
to the Litanas with Gertrude and I in tears; me forgetting to pick up the
resident mechanic Philip on the way back to Ndola; pizza for dinner with Sidney
(a wonderful guy staying at Buseko and waiting to see if he will have good
enough grades for a bursary to university); and a really fun coffee and dessert
with Bill and Marcy (American missionaries). The cake was compliments of their
13 year old son Aiden. Bill and Marcy have the most amazing stories of their
adventures in Zambia over the past ten years. So it was a great night and well worth
not getting to sleep until after midnight. We had a fair bit of packing to do.
Our final morning
involved organising Hudson and Gertrude’s doors, taking further pictures of
children and me holding a meeting with some school staff and dorm mothers to
implement IEPs (individual education plans) for students with reading/English difficulties.
And while
it all went reasonably smoothly, there is always that sense of there being
things left undone or more that we could have done. Oh well, there is always
next time……
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