10.1.14 Friday. St Johns school for the deaf.

A very subdued Kebba greeted us this morning, the small boy, (around 8 or 9) had died the previous day and had already been buried according to tradition.  He had hit his head on the cement sides of the well and had died from his injuries. We gave our commiserations and enquired about the open well, apparently a muslim charity are about to modify the well and add a cap and pump to it. . Too late for this poor boy. 

Steve and I went to the storeroom and loaded up the truck, then went off to visit St. Johns school in Serrekunda.  We had a delivery from a school with the same name in Boston Spa, England.  We arrived and met the head teacher who gave us the history of the school, and showed us some of the work that the pupils had done. The school has 256 deaf children, ranging from 7 years to 21, they cater for all the grades and have added technical skills lessons to equip them for a trade.  They are always in need of hearing aids, they have the ability and equipment to produce their own ear pieces.   I wrote down the details for St Johns school for the deaf in England, and then we went back home for the rest of the afternoon.  The four of us fancied a pizza this evening, and so we headed off to Kololi and Paradiso for pizza.  We enjoyed the pizza and then went decided to go for an ice cream at the parlour down the strip, however it was quite chilly by our standards when we arrived and opted for hot pancakes instead, a new addition to the area!