This buiding is my home. They call it the Mzungu compound.
Mzungu means white person.
There is no electricity and for water we rely on a man they call...
DEFENCE.
Defence fills the jerry cans from the muddy pool, trucks them to us and fills our tank when we run out.
Inside the compound, on most days you will find Dutch people sitting in their Dutch way on comfortable furnishings.
This is my room which is commonly accepted to be the best. I do now use a mosquito net but often end up wrapped up in it by morning. Sparrow like birds nest outside. There is a bat in the store cupboard, recently joined by a rat, the cat has proved ineffectual.
Helen looks after us and is even brave and kind enough to wash my clothes on occasion...
Invaders are rare, but occasionally Nwaje and Colin like to push the boundaries...
Very rare moment of relaxation...
Our shower.
Mad dogs and Englishmen, out in the midday sun...
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