I think I used this title last year in New Zealand to write about the best apples we had ever tasted. Today’s didn’t compare of course, but they are the first we have seen since Kampala. There were eight of them at Jean’s yesterday and we quickly scarfed them up. Lunch today was soup, fresh pineapples, fresh bananas and apples.
After setting up for the kids Connie and I rode to Ndagnaro P.S. for our follow-up visit. The school is four kilometers off the road and we wanted to avoid the rains. No sweat. But the follow-up visits are tedious. First, of course, is the language issue. And the kids are even quieter in their own classroom than at the center. I am dismayed over the failure to reach them. They still say they like the forest for the firewood although they identify cutting trees as an environmental threat.
After only a week or two every student, every single one, says, “yes” he has taken an action to help the environment. The action, you ask? “I didn’t cut trees”. “I don’t hunt”, What we are looking for is picking up litter, planting trees or flowers, joining a wildlife club, or even telling others about the value of conserving the forest. Even a “no, I haven’t done anything yet” would be refreshing.
