CHAPTER THREE: PLAYING PRETEND

My mum always used to scream out our names when it was late and we weren't inside the house. Childhood was always characterised by role playing games; we would use tins of milk and milo as utensils to cook and pretend to be mummy. The boys take up knives and act like they've been in the farm for ages, they would then stretch themselves out onto the bamboo chairs and pretend to be hungry dads fumming with rage because their food hadn't been served. With the invention of the barbie dolls and the like, we hardly went out and that gave relief to the much agitated nerves of our parents. Over the years,  our role playing games evolved, we mostly took up the role of some kind of profession, playing doctor, teacher, engineer,  you name it. Little did we know that our game was a reflection of future possibilities.

Part 1 (Barekuma)
Wednesday,  13th July, 2016.

Venturing in to the town of Barekuma, jogged my memory of those childhood days. We set up the church as our station where we were going to undertake all of our activities. Our arrival in to the town, caused a flood of people to come to the church; the people of Barekuma are indeed health- conscious. We divided ourselves based on our various research topics we were engaged in. Cholesterol levels and blood pressure were measured and anthropometric measurements were also taken. Lastly, the people were asked a number of questions primarily relating to their health and lifestyle. At the end of the day,  we had a review which was aimed at identifying areas of difficulty, strateging and planning effectively how to go about the subsequent days.

Part 2 (Abira)
Thursday, 14th July, 2016.
The next day we went to the town of Abira. It was generally a slow day as the indigenes did not troop in in their numbers.  The activities flowed on like the previous day but with more adept presentation. Our station this time round was on a school compound.  The fun part about the day was the fact that we sung nursery rhymes with some of the kids when we were done. Memories.... In fact,  I was tempted to step in to the centre to dance to those familiar tumes.

After two days of successful delivery, I am proud to say we did it, we overcame our fears and reflected our hopes. It always seems impossible until it's done~ Nelson Mandela.

 Adiós readers!