A B C (Anglophones, Being late and Casseroles)

A hectic day and early start, criss crossing the teeming streets of Yaounde to get to the EBS school for a session with some primary schoolers (haven’t we seen that guy with a thousand sunglasses balanced on his head before?). As it was an anglophone school, Tracey took the opportunity to help the local coaches working with her practice their session delivery in English, it made a change from them helping her with French. The headteacher was very interested in what we were doing and it took a t-shirt and very little persuasion to get her to join in. When going through the ABCs, Anouck asked the children what ‘A’ stood for and was met with a resounding, joyful and sweet ‘Africa!!’, not technically wrong.

A little exchange of differences with the local police requiring an unnecessary permit for our packed minibus threatened our arrival at the next school, so we sent Becca and a couple of locals off with balls and cones on motorbike taxis with Becca courageously clinging on to the strapping Michel perhaps a little too tightly.

The police were eventually sorted out by boxer Lawrence and we continued on to Mevick where the kids were just arriving so we made it in time. We had mid teenagers at this session which gave Becca a chance to have some really good conversations about sexual health. Dave had a small boy give him one football boot to look after which he duly retrieved at the end, clearly a prized possession.

Despite our driver Johnson’s best efforts, several thousand yellow taxis clogged the streets as we raced to the Lycee Essos for our final  session of the day and we thought we were half an hour late. An anxious looking teacher met us, having expected us an hour and a half ago most of the children had wandered off. Still, Roonies can adapt to anything and our arrival soon brought about 80 over to play on an enormous red earth sports field while older kids jogged round the edges and played football.

Tired but happy, we decided to have a posh lunch at a smart Cameroonian restaurant who let us in despite our dishevelled appearance. A stop at the local market saw us buy 3 bags of fruit and veg (including a new kind of mango, mango khassi) for the equivalent of £8 which Becca turned into a fabulous casserole. A pineapple the size of a small child for dessert rounded off a pretty splendid day.

One comment to “A B C (Anglophones, Being late and Casseroles)”
  1. Tracey aquires yet another skill – francais. Well perhaps she traded in her balance !!!. Best wishes and medals to you all.

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