November 18th-21st: Wednesday-Saturday
After work on Thursday I went and visited Moses and Robert at the clinic. We hung our for a bout an hour and played cards. They taught me an African card game which was really hard and I didn’t understand it at all. It was funny though because they called the suites by entirely different names. Like flowers instead of clubs. Also all the face cards weren’t kind, queen, etc… but K, Q, J. Half the confusion on my part was I had no idea what cards they were talking about half the time.
That evening we had a community meal to celebrate the return of the Eldeens and Leah. We had amazing Indian food. Butter chicken with garlic and plain nan. Absolutely delicious.
Friday morning Bob and I went and visited a bore-hole that had ceased to function. The karamojang using it had been bugging Bob for a couple of weeks to come and lokk at they’re “Bowel”. The way the Karamojang pronounce Bore-hole is “bowel”. Just imagine how much material has been derived from that.
The bore-hole lies between here and Namalu, just around the corner. A large group of men and kids awaited us. they all crowded around and thanked Bob, All talked at once and decided that Bob looked like Chuck Norris Bob concluded that we would need to come back and remove a large part of the pipes.
We returned after lunch with Lokwii Bon, James, and Lodim Paul to help us. Bob thought the problem was that the pipes had become disconnected because there was a lot of weight on the handle of the pump. What this ment is we needed to pull out all the pipes until we found what was wrong. We started pulling the pipes one by one. We used a tool with a lang hand and a “c” shaped piece at the end to grab the pipes and host them up. Then Bob would tighten the clamp on the pipe while we moved the tools down and then loosened it again so we could host it up. After pulling up ten pipes Bob was able to spy the pump on the end of the last pipe. We had just disconnected the second to last pipe when disaster struck.
The pipes at this time where covered in an incredibly slick mud. And although Bob had tightened the clamp holding the pipe with a hammer is still somehow slipped. Bob reached out and tried to grab the pipe but he couldn’t get a grip on it. The T-bar which we attached to the top of the pipe so if they do fall will catch the rim of the hole slammed down on Bob’s left hand. The larger pipe and the pump broke of and continued their plunge into the bottom of the hole. Bob’s hand was bleeding everywhere and I was a bit worried because he went through a little shock where he was wavering a bit on his feet and nodding in and out of conciences. However after laying down a bit he felt goo enough to drive back. He dropped himself at the clinic and James and I took the truck back and sorted out the tools. Then I went back to the clinic where I watched Robert give Bob a couple stitches.
I hope Bob's ok.
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