Banner hung this morning without announcement, explanation, or celebration.
Other events of this Valentine’s Day included the kids getting to go to school in play clothes, out of uniform. Also, Kemi’s and my boyfriends (who do not know each other) had flowers and wine delivered coincidentally by the same Johannesburg florist at the same time. The cards were in identical handwriting, and all the ladies in the office where they were delivered had clearly read them by the time we were alerted to their presence. Strong work, gentlemen.
A “sister” (nun/nurse) loads all the kids’ meds up each and every day into Kodak film canisters, hundreds and hundreds of them lined up on the counter to be checked and doublechecked. They are delivered to each cluster in baskets, administered between 7 and 8 o'clock, day and night, 365 days a year. Any caretaker or chaperon must learn all the medications and be able to store and give them properly. Some kinds need refrigeration, some need mixing from a powder to a solution, and some are giant pills that children must be tricked into taking. This obviously makes for a problem with social events and overnight trips for these children.
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