Today was the final day of running the holiday camp for the climate and drug addiction team, and whilst we were all buzzing for the day’s activities, I think we were also upset that this was the last time we would do it. Amaani started the day off with an enjoyable game of Pictionary, allowing the kids to show off their competitive side. This was followed by bingo, where Chris’ excellent hosting skills revealed his inner passion for the game. After a quick sunbathe and classic meal of rice, posho and beans, Lily brought the kids’ papier mâché balloons out and had them paint them. They all looked great at the end, and their beauty was particularly brought out by the large googly eyes being stuck on them.
Then came the long-awaited game of football between instructors and kids. We were outnumbered, and let in two goals within the first twenty minutes. Fortunately, Omo Martin – a Ugandan volunteer – managed to pull two back for us in the second half. I hit a beauty of a shot right into the bottom corner, but Holly and Ashleigh’s keen eyes meant that it was disallowed because I was offside. We decided to settle it with penalties, where us volunteers narrowly won in a nail-biting finale. Exhausted but satisfied with our win, we were allowed no rest as the kids physically dragged us into the hall to dance. We clearly weren’t as good as them at dancing (except maybe Matin), but had a good time anyway.
As the sun set, the meat-eaters of the group grabbed a stick of goat and roasted it themselves in the bonfire. After hearing about how raw red meat can’t actually give you food poisoning, I watched them nervously tuck into it, assuring me that it tasted like a proper steak. An hour or so more of dancing followed before we had to part ways with the children. We’re going to see them again next Friday, but it was still sad leaving them after spending every day that week playing and interacting with them.
Today was also of course the first day of the Premier League season, and so a few of us headed down to a bar called The Bourbon, which is situated directly upon the glistening waters of that powerful beast we call the River Nile. The game was okay, but myself and Matin were more focused on playing pool, dispatching Rasta Ronnie and the crew with style.
We don’t have long now but I aim to make the most of this final week, bye for now,
Chris