Wow. The motorbike ride from Arua to Adi was partly in the rain and on the whole on very muddy roads. When waiting at the border for my driver (the hospital administrator) it poured with rain while thunder and lightning was just overhead. The ride was okay though. David is a good driver and it took us an hour and a half (for about 50km). Because I could find shelter behind him, I was not as soaked as he was.
We arrived Thursday 25 June in the late afternoon, and at home I found five invitations waiting for me. One was for the end of the school year celebration of the nursery school in Adi. Date: 26 June.
Needless to say that I went. One of the students in 3rd year is an orphan supported by the AIDS Awareness Program. I met her when visiting the office of the church section of Adi, which is built next to the school. One of the teachers came in as well with one little girl who was crying. Big tears streaming on her cheeks. The teacher had taught about the family, about mommy and daddy and the girl did realize that she didn’t have a mommy or a daddy. She was living with her grand mother. She was called ‘Never’. There and then the teacher and I decided that was not a good name for the girl and we called her Esther Anyadru, Anyadru meaning Aimee. Her grandmother accepted.
We are two years further and this little girl finished her nursery education as number 7 in her class, of 26 students. She is a happy girl, often laughing, but sometimes very serious. As far as she knows it is me who is paying her school fees and her teacher told me this morning that she was sad that I was not present. Little did she know that I would be there. There were a lot of happy children this morning, but I think Anyadru was the happiest of all.