Please God, not Africa!

 Here's a story you might find interesting.... Just outside the hospital compound runs Hospital Road.  On this road, several boutiques have opened up selling essential items like food, charcoal, gas, fruit etc to the employees.  The newest boutique is a little barber shop. (A quick aside. Nate got his hair cut and beard trimmed at this shop the first week we moved here.  The barber had an apprentice who cut Nate's hair but got a little carried away with his beard.  Nate left the shop looking a little too much like a certain German historical figure with a tiny moustache, so he ran home and shaved it off.  Now he looks more like Abe Lincoln, but it's still a better option.) The Barber Shop A man from a nearby city recently plopped himself down outside the barber shop and intends to stick around for a while.  But not for a good reason. He's here to intervene.  Our hospital has too much Light. This man has come from Dapaong, a bigger town than Mango and about 45 minutes aw

 We're here!  And we've been here a whole week. How did that happen already? We left last Wednesday just around noon, made it to the Toronto airport, unloaded all our luggage (17 pieces of checked luggage!) and boarded the plane for Paris.  Once in Paris, we had a quick lay-over and were on the next flight to Niamey, Niger.  From there we flew to Lomé, the capital of Togo! Nate and the boys in line with our stuff It was a miracle to discover that all our luggage arrived and in good condition.  We had our arrival COVID tests done right in the airport and then we were greeted by the heat and humidity of Lomé as we exited the airport!  However our friends who were supposed to pick us up were not there yet - so we waiting outside the airport, sitting on a curb for about an hour before a taxi brought us to our hotel.  C'est la vie! The following day we did our grocery shopping in the capital, had real ice cream one last time, and enjoyed a burger and a milkshake at "The Bes