Jerry was born to be a philosopher. Every morning I see him sitting alone at the bottom of the same tree and staring into the horizon. I tried once to sit with him but I felt like I was intruding on something so now I just smile from far. This morning he was there again but there were people all around him keeping a good 3-4 mtr distance. They probably felt what I did. There were cries of "Yoh" which drew us out. He was sitting quietly, seemingly blind to all these people around him. I found out that his mother passed away this morning.
But what hurt more than the lack of tears in Jerry's eyes were the tears in Michi's. Jerry has been helping Michi with the sports program for the past 5 months and they're pretty close friends. Michi is a man of few words most of the time. When asked if he knew Jerry's mum, while choking back tears told us how he went to Jerry's house just a few days back and had taken a picture of his family for him. I wasn't sure what to do. Giving Michi a tissue would mean acknowledging the tears that he was trying so hard to ignore. Then he said with a smile - "ok... I go cry some and come back" and walked towards the guesthouse.
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Hey Sid,
Tought deal mate. So when do you head off?? Really missing my time in africa. Send me an email and i'll work out a way to share photos with up.
Rob
ps getting pretty cold up here
hey buddy... 2 more weeks and then a week at green turtle before i leave ghana. I'll look up your email tonight and send you one tomorrow morning. You had some wicked pics. I'm especially keen on getting that one with Z praying.
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