Katja came home Monday night! It was great to see her. Sadly, Kwaku has malaria. It's so hard to see such a little kid so sick. His fever is very high and he is so weak. I hate that I can't make him feel better. It took a while, but Margaret finally gave him some medicine and his fever is a little lower.
Katja and I went to a seamstress in Sekyere to have clothes made. We bought material in Kumasi and wanted dresses made. She only measured our busts and waists, so the clothes may not fit. She doesn't speak English, so we had to draw the clothes we wanted. I still think she didn't understand, but, she's so ecstatic to be making something for white people, it's become quite the experience. It will be funny to see how it all turns out.
Today, the kids in grade 5 were behaving beautifully, and we were having a really fun lesson on rhyming and poetry. All of the sudden there was shouting and I turned to see a boy and girl standing on their desks. The girl was holding the boy against the wall, choking him while they both bunched each others' faces. I couldn't get them to stop fighting. Evans, the grade 2 teacher came in and forced them out of the class and apologized to me.
At the end of the day, Katja came over to me saying how she'd seen the worst thing. She'd seen two students (my students), the boy and girl, leaning their foreheads against the school wall with their hands behind their backs. Three of the teachers were taking turns hitting them with a cane and laughing. The children were soaking wet from crying so much. I hate the way they discipline here!
Tuesday, June 11
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