I have a new friend! Her name is Trust Anna! To her friends she is just ‘Trust’. That makes me feel good because I think she sounds like a good, wholesome girl. Her dad and my dad are friends because daddy went and planted trees in his school ground. He is the head teacher of that fruit tree school mentioned on a previous blog. My mum and Trust’s mum are becoming friends now too. I met Trust last week in school when there were hundreds of children trying to squeeze my legs and touch my hair. I didn’t like it so I refused to leave mummy’s arms. But then I went to Trust’s house and even though she was sick that day, (I think they said she had ‘somearea’ or something), she was still nice. I thought I would like to see her again so I asked mum if she could come round to play. I invited her at 2 but it was gone 3.30 by the time she arrived. I would have been offended but then she was wearing the cutest woolly hat (she thinks it’s cold!) and the biggest grin so I instantly forgave her. She is not scared of me or mum. For some reason many small children cry when they see us. I don’t know why, maybe because dad is quite tall? But Trust isn’t afraid of me and she tries to ruffle my hair. I don’t mind when she does it because she does it in a friendly way, not shouting at me or pinching me like the other children. Trust’s mummy and my mummy sat on the veranda with us while we played with my truck that Grandpa made me. It’s called the ‘Samitruck’ and makes me seem really cool – imagine: every girl wants a boy with his own wheels! I sat in it and she wheeled me up and down the veranda! Daddy had asked someone to come in a slash the grass and they were using a strimmer. We have a huge garden – it would take them a while but not as long as it would take with a knife like the government workers do. Anyway, the strimmer kept on breaking and the man had to keep mending it and each time he did the machine started with a loud noise and both Trust and I would jump out of our skin and run to our mummies! It didn’t matter how many times mummy explained to me what was happening, I still jumped and cried! I tried to get over it, though, and got my hammer and nails out (that Uncle Duncle Aunty Beccy and little cousin Isla bought me) and Trust enjoyed hammering but only after I showed her how to do it. She doesn’t have toys at home, I think she must get quite bored. I sometimes see the local children playing with polystyrene or plastic bags that they see on the street and although I like rustling a bag as much as the next person, it can get quite boring. Trust stayed for two hours and it got to tea time. Mummy seemed a bit unsure about social etty-cat or something because she kept whispering to daddy ‘I’m not sure if she is waiting for us to tell her to leave or if she is staying all night!’ They invited her to stay for beans and rice that mum was cooking but Trust’s mummy suddenly looked very relieved and said ‘no thanks, I have to go home to prepare our own food.’ Trust left then, but not before I made sure that we had waved goodbye for as long as we could, as she disappeared through the gate.
I went with Mum to her Swahili lesson on Friday. Dad was just finishing his lesson and was supposed to take me home but he remembered he had to do some shopping for our visitors so he left me with mum and went by himself. I sat in the courtyard of the secondary school in the dust with my other friend, Tony Bray. He is not as nice-mannered as Trust and I don’t really like him that much because he keeps trying to push me over, but there were only big people around who kept on taking me into their classrooms so I watched Tony Bray from a distance as I scrabbled around in the dust making dust-piles. I was trying to sweep the courtyard with my hands and bottom but mummy just kept on saying that I was getting ‘so dusty’ and tutting. She could see me from her classroom while she was learning and I heard her say some sentences about me but I didn’t understand them.
Today I was in Kibara Bible college while mum and dad’s colleagues were running a Sunday School Training workshop. I had such a fun time because there were two children (not a hundred like there normally are surrounding me!) who were 5 and 3 years old and they had a bike tire! They knew how to make it roll with a stick and it was so fun to chase although I haven’t learned to do it myself yet. I will have to learn so I can join in. The 5 year old kept on hauling me around when I went in the wrong room or the wrong direction but I don’t mind anymore like I used to. The children here know how to handle babies so I feel safe. I played for three hours with these two boys (except for a short nap on mummy’s back) then ate rice. Mummy had to put it in my mouth with her hands because they don’t use cutlery!
I hope you have enjoyed my stories about my friends. It is an answer to prayer because mummy prayed that I would have friends and now they are appearing. I like playing. I am going to invite Trust round again now that daddy has built me a swing made from our old car tire! We will have so much fun! Until next time, blog-mates!
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