Day 9 24th October
Wendy and I spent a pleasant hour with
a hose and sprayer, wetting down all yesterdays brickwork and mortar
so that it didn't dry out too quickly. In England, builders
sometimes have to wait for days for mortar to dry; here its the
opposite ! Sprinkling with water in this heat is a
very pleasant task, and occasionally the hose slips, and we spray
each other ! Small childish pleasures !
Jonathan worked down
below with Stephen the master builder, cutting rods for the ring beam
and we worked inside the workshop in the shade cutting thin wire into
18” lengths …. nearly 1,000 needed to tie the metal loops onto
the rods. I'm sure these things are just bought off the peg in the
UK !
The other workmen were busy completing
the shuttering so that the uprights could have concrete poured into
them to make the pillars between the brickwork. They started the
concrete mixing before lunch-time. This is all mixed with shovels,
up on what will be the first floor floor, but it of course involves
carrying the sand up the stairs, the cement (50kg bags) up the stairs
and the coarse gravel up the stairs. At least there is a hose for
getting water up there. The gravel had arrived that morning in a
lorry which tipped it out into the compound, covering all the women's
washing with fine dust !
Top: The children have a day off school and watch what we are doing !
Bottom: Brighton, Milly and Ida
Morris the tuk-tuk man came to get us
at 12.30 and we all returned to Mill Hill House for lunch, but Wendy
and I decided to return after to do more of the wire cutting. Back
by 2 p.m., much to the surprise of the builders who I suspect think
we are weak and fairly useless women ! But it proved to be far too
hot to stay inside the workshop and cut wire, so after about half an
hour we went on top to see what was happening, and there was a breeze
there, so we stayed to help.
We proved quite useful, mostly loading
up pans with sloppy concrete and lifting them up to Stephen who was
perched precariously on the wall next to a pillar (this is a wall one
floor up, only one brick thick, and with cement not fully hardened) …
and he poured the concrete mix down into the pillars which were
enclosed in rough shuttering. Safety is something completely
ignored here. The worse bit for pouring the concrete was the wall
over the stair well …. we had to have a sort of chain gang, passing
the pans of concrete from one man to one woman to another man and so
on, until it reached the top of some rickety scaffolding and Stephen
could pour it.
Stephen perched 20' up on the wall, pouring liquid concrete into the reinforced uprights
(I forgot to take my camera for the
afternoon shift, which means no pictures of the pouring process,
alas).
Knocking off time is 5 p.m.; this is
for workmen who start at 8 a.m., and work through with no lunch
break.
After supper I had an interesting talk
with Father Hans about one of the Pandipieri programmes, to get
African families to adopt AIDS orphans, by paying Kenya health
insurance for the adopting family. (All medical treatment has to be
paid for). He said it both encourages families to adopt orphans,
and of course it provides the whole family with insurance, which is
very cheap, but not affordable by the families …. maybe about £20
per year. However, one problem that has emerged is that the
insurance only covers an 'adopted' child if he or she is
legally adopted, which means another cost to the family they cannot
afford. So the programme is trying to find people abroad to pay the
adoption fees for the adopting family. I had thought it might be
very expensive, but not at all by our UK standards …. only about
£20 - £25 for the paperwork ! Something I must try to raise money
for, I think …....
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