What can I say about my new predicament? I suppose I'm glad I have two bedrooms and that mine has a lock so that I can pretend I'm not an accidental father from time to time. There are some added benefits. The oldest can cook and doesn't like cous-cous. That's a definite plus. I'd also have to say that all other cooking is better, even the fish (I shall never completely escape). My house is cleaner than ever before. They clean the whole thing every morning. Let's see, multiply by zero… yea, it is been mopped infinitely more since their arrival. Thank god they all speak French unlike the barbarian children of Mbakaou who know nothing but one of their tribal languages. The kids have even done a decent job of defending my home against the revived onslaught of interest generated by their arrival in that local heathen population. I finally have a tiny army I can command against them.
Still, I get no peace. Even know I'm bombarded by questions I simply don't know the answer to or why I would care. "Who moved the pot in the kitchen?" "Why is the bookcase open? It's ok I closed it." "What are you doing? Is that English? How can you read; it is so small." For the first time those boring moments at the Health Center where I've no idea how to occupy my time seem like blessings. I think I'll find myself there more often.