Thursday 8th May- Repatriation & Making hair

Eunice as the Amaudo nurse was doing repatriation and asked me to come along and see. She phoned her favourite bike driver Kwufire (coo-free). The road was horrid but he drove well. When we got to the bad place we saw a bike carrying a boy and a fat woman carrying a bag of garry. When they tired to pass on the road infront of us the weight was too much for the bike so it escaped out from underneath them throwing them into the mud. All of our residents were able to receive their monthly modicate. The only report is that now one of the patients changed to go to town to receive drugs, this sounded funny because the ones he receives from Amaudo are free. Eunice said she would try and check up on them soon.

We got to Eunice took me to her village in Ndiwo to get my hair platted for my chieftaincy so I will look like a proper Nigerian Chief. I had grown to enjoy the Ghana weaving that Martha had done so was apprehensive of getting a new style. We settled on Bob Marley and got to work at around 4pm. It was a slow and painful process for everyone involved. I would say especially me because of the small small hairs they were pulling and binding but everyone was getting hungry and working against the clock because it starts getting dark at 6. At one point I had 3 different people working on my hair!
Whilst we were platting a group of women came along dancing and singing. They were coming to celebrate the birth of a new child so were very happy praising God and sharing powder (talc) with everyone to rub on their necks and faces to share the good news. (That’s why the small child in the photo has a white face!) When we had finally finished they dipped the hair in boiling water to make the ends go curly and stop them unraveling and packed it into a tight bun so it would dry pretty.


We got home at half past 8. It was a long day but the hair was very beutiful. The woman after 3 and a half-hours platting only asked for 550N. 250N was for getting another packet of attachments and that left 300N for the labour. It means they were working for about 35pence an hour. I feel slightly bad, even though they were more than happy to do it, maybe when I make my hair before I go back to England I will tip her but I did not have much cash.

THE END RESULTS........