|Her sister does her hair for her in about fifteen minutes, I'm told.|
The photo (right) was taken a few months later on Children's Day '08, but it was another year before I could pronounce her name correctly. She'd speak so softly that I couldn't hear her when she corrected my pronunciation. I finally had a teacher write it for me.
I've since met her parents and the rest of her family. They've included me in their lives and have let us participate with them in getting a good education for their kids. Girls in Africa are often left behind when it comes to education. We work through a local NGO there that we know and trust.
My friend with her new book. Like girls everywhere, the
hairdo changes from time to time; guys have a hard time
keeping up with such things.
Mom and dad invited me over for the African equivalent of afternoon tea. We had jacque fruit (good) and safou (not so good) and a leisurely afternoon's conversation. Wonderfully gracious and hospitable folks.
UPDATE: In country in 2012, my first friend and her accomplices run off with my camera to take pictures of everything. All are doing well in school and health-wise.