Saturday My trip to the market is irritating as a) the old bloke who makes the shakers hasn’t turned up b) the lad who makes the beaded bracelets has forgotton to make my Palestine order and c) perople will not stop bothering me. However I do find some fab Nativities from Fatuma’s Ugandan disabled group,...Read More

Thursday We get a call from the lady in Dagoretti Market who is supposed to be organising the deworming. She is hysterical. The elders of the village want to burn her, she says. They have said she is bringing the Devil (me) to poison the children. In an interesting twist, they also claim I am...Read More