The kids in my village have so many different names for me… uncle chicken, uncle bushy-hair, the lips of doom, skinak-de-baldak, the rasin, richfishsupertran, mary-legs, uncle hi, hi ika, uncle rich… so many more crazy invented names.
To them I am a different uncle every year, but I am always the same uncle… trying my hardest to create a positive future for them.
I am looking forward to going home in just over a week. I miss the realness of those smart-arsed beautiful brown kids. I cannot wait to see the world they will create.