John Obey - Craig Bellamy Foundation Academy - Waterloo
A witchcraft ceremony will settle who is responsible for some things going missing in the local community. Somebody has been stealing and, as the village elders cannot find the culprit, the matter will now be dealt with through magic.
I am back at the CBF academy, meeting Tim for a discussion about what I can and cannot attempt to achieve while I am in Sierra Leone. As with almost everything in life it comes down to money and resources. Clearly there are many ideas and suggestions that I would have made that would now be pointless to utter. We work through a list of possible mini-projects that I can work through in my remaining 3-4 weeks but I cannot help but feel rather flat that I won't be able to achieve more from my time here. Yes, I will depart having improved the league in direct and indirect ways but I was hoping to leave more of a positive tangible legacy from my time here.
Feeling rather deflated I find a share taxi by the main road in Tombo. Two thousand Leones gets me a ride to Waterloo, where I will try to find another taxi to get me back to my base at Makeni. The moment I get in the car I am regretting it. This geezer has got five crammed in the back and I am sardined in the front left-hand passenger seat with another passenger. For all I know the front door could fly open and there is almost nothing I could do about it. I absolutely detest being in the front seat of a car without a seatbelt. "Small small please sir!" I plead with the driver, who isn't driving especially fast but still too fast for my liking.
And then! Horror! A scraggy dog has strolled out into the middle of the road and plonked itself down directly in front of us. My mind instantly does several calculations: 1) If the driver attempts to swerve and avoid the dog we will either have a head on crash with the car coming the other way or skid off into the bush. Either way a load of us could die. 2) If the driver doesn't swerve to avoid the dog...
...we cut the dog in two. It doesn't die instantly. There is time to hear its horrific screams. There is time to make out the screaming, shouting and crying of some children who have witnessed the event. As for me, I am not even thinking about that poor dog. It was him or us. If I had been driving, I might have been foolish enough to try and avoid the hound and ended up killing us all. There again, I wouldn't drive a car full of human sardines at 70km/h. But, anyway, I; we are lucky.