August 21st.

Hello again. This last week has been one of art and culture. As I mentioned previously, Tuesday was a public holiday to celebrate Independence day. The vegetation along the track which led to the dirt road up to the Teacher's College was a little decimated as the students broke foliage off to wave in salute.
We were told that a torch is carried from village to village and so expected something in the line of a runner carrying a torch like an Olympic Torch. We waited a while and first came the blaring music followed shortly after by the official and his entourage (30 cars jammed full of people). It was no slow procession . They raced past and dust went everywhere. A student near us said, "There goes the torch, "and all we caught was a glimpse of some sort of light in the back of a vehicle.





Thursday, I was in the Library by myself again as the assistant was married at 11.00 am and most of the administration staff were invited guests. It was a long day but much more manageable than my first attempt. An interesting cultural aspect of the wedding here is that all the female relatives of the bride wear  clothes made from the same material. Ladies I not sure whether that would save a lot of worrying about what to wear or just create more headaches. We have been invited to one of the teacher's weddings in September so I think we will have to practise some fancy footwork to join in the celebrations.

The students from a Govt. Secondary School nearby were the guests of  Katoke on Friday for a debate and an afternoon of sporting events.Do you remember the little Golden Book called "Tootle the Train." and how his trainer tried to teach him he must stay on the tracks ,no matter what. Well I learnt the hard way.I decided to take a short cut across the bush instead of following the track as I was in a hurry and became tangled  in a prickly  bush. It took a while to extract  the prickles from my ankles and the lesson has been learnt.

The choir competition and dancing was very enjoyable and a lot of fun. The song chosen was written by one of the teachers here and was sung in Swahili. It was thanking God for his love and care.
The drawing competition has been postponed until later this week because of exams.









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