Above my bed hangs a Catholic crucifix with Jesus on the cross. The Jesus figure glows for an hour or 2 into the night. Each night I view the glowing image of the crucified Christ and during the night when I awaken, he is gone. I see only the wooden cross. Each day I experience anew the crucified and risen Lord.
  Yesterday I went to Tata Mahuma's church. It was some distance and I took a taxi. On return I climbed into a taxi which already appeared full, but I got in just the same. On count, there were 5 of us in the back seat and 3 in front of this small Honda. I slammed the door 3 times but never got closer than 6 inches from closure. The door just wouldn't close. A passbyer noticed my predicament. He grabbed the door and closed it African style--  ouch. I'm not sure of its permanence, but my pelvis seems to have changed shape. My hips are a stylish 3 inches narrower and I have this odd projection protruding from my tail bone. In addition, the driver stopped for 1 more passenger who jumped into the trunk.
   Del, Munduku and Mafuta, both x-workers dropped in. I have really been challenged on what developement means from their visit, but I will save that for a post of it own.
  I visited the old PAP site today and it is as Munduku warned, it almost made me cry. A story of total decay. Some buildings still standing and others destroyed totally. All evidence of our work is gone. The saddest though is the fact that the project made so little difference in peoples lives. Will talk more of hat later.
  Daily, I' learning to walk more and more slowly and yet I havz never been late yet.