John is ill, seriously ill.

I'll write this post as it was not in the early morning now, but as before mid-night, just to make my story easier to be told.

I sent John a message yesterday, asking him to come as early as possible on Monday, the day when Tal and her new friend would come and do the community visiting. I then went to sleep without receiving his reply until I woke up early in the morning. He told me through a message followed by a missed phone call, saying he caught a serious fever and might not be able to come for work. I was then worried, for him and for the task I had to cope with in few hours' time.

After receiving Tal and her friend, and sending them to job with Andrew, one of our local volunteers here, I went to see John. I took only one Kasawa from my breakfast and then took them with me for John. I walked terribly fast to his place where I found him lying in bed lifelessly. I was worried in the beginning, but then calmed by the fact that he was still responsive. I called him. He turned his face so slowly in bed that one at the time could not figure out whether he had finished, and responded to my call by using his eyes looking at me miserably. Without a rest, I told him I was here to pick him up and take him to the centre where he could go to the nearest clinic there. He agreed in silence. I then asked him if he wanted to share my breakfast, but got a murmuring refusal in response.

After him being checked in the clinic, we were told he caught Malaria. Mac and I were so grateful that we had took him to the clinic this morning, otherwise, he might end up passing away in his bed. John did not feel well for the whole day. In fact he felt awfully bad-throwing up several times and the lying uncomfortably in the grass nearby. In the late afternoon, I decided to cook some porridge for him which contained plain rice, cabbages, carrots and some ginger to empower his body. In the end, the porridge was shared by more than five people in the centre. They loved it. Mac even told me why did we not cook it everyday. I said I could cook something else which would be much better and suitable for daily consuming if that was the case. We were so glad to see John getting well after drinking the porridge. In the late evening, I walked to Boiwse where I bought two tins of milk for John. I told him before I left the centre that he would feel rather hungry later tonight, but he firmly denied. An hour ago he finished his second tin after saying he was very hungry. 'Just hope everything gonna be alright.'

Just been to see the chicks for quite a while. Now they can jump out of the little fence and bounce back when they are scared by the outside world in the garage. They are just simply cute and annoying, like most of the people I met on earth.