Talking to nurses at the clinic and police was most interesting, but not as interesting as running into the local Vet who tells me that the biggest problem in the community is lumpy skin disease. After some inquiry, he is talking about the precious cows, but his "community" are the cows and goats. He shows me the only medicine in the clinic that they give to the animals with this disease, and I ask what happens when a dog comes in with something other than this lumpy thing--oh, we give all animals this medicine no matter what. No wonder why all the dogs look the same around here. Remind me not to go to him if I get sick! "So, Mr. Vet, where do the cows sit when they come to see you?" "Uh, they just stay outside." "Very good, I think I'll go outside too, see ya!" By the way, Mr. Vet has no shirt on!
Leaving the center of the village, an older woman stops me to ask what I'm doing. I tell her, and she insists I come in and talk with her and her grand daughter as well. Ok, as long as you don't take off your shirts. In a few minutes time, we discover that her and mom are good friends, and with that we are off to the races, chatting away about old times like I've been in the picture all these years. Got any good gossip for me? As we talk, she is chopping veggies into tiny pieces just like mom taught me, and then a streak of fear runs through me because she says something to the grand daughter in Setswana, and I just know it's about getting me something to eat. Please no, I can't take it--she comes out with a piece of fruit that is round, green, and hard. I look, I smile, I smell, with hopes she says to take it home so I can give it to the donkeys! Mmm, this looks delicious, what is it? An orange--oh, I should have guessed that myself, and at that she hands me a knife to carve it. Maybe we should pray before I eat so I don't break my teeth and have to see the Vet, who seems to be the only doc around here. He'll give me cow medicine when he sees the lump I just ate! The next thing I know, Mpho is inviting me for lunch tomorrow. No thanks, I have cows to talk to, but I'll be sure to stop by soon! Turning to wave as I leave the property, no bull, the grand daughter is taking off her shirt--at least she waited til I was gone!
Four hours later, my sweaty body is home, and I rip off my shirt just as I learned today. It really does feel good, but I'll put it back on as I'm not as free when a left over teacher comes to check me, and then 2 students come to play cards with me. Finally, some peace and quiet, and as I get ready to fall asleep under my mosquito net, I am comforted by the deep silence, when all of a sudden I hear the loudest MOOOOO I've ever heard---ah, just another passerby in the village coming to check me! Goodnight!