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Come and go: Maputo

So I went to Maputo last night, trying to buy some furniture for the Orphanage. Result was close to zero as in the end, none of the 5 shops existing had the metal shelves we were looking for. I guess they don't do them here. We ended up in game, the one we know already, looking at expensive shelves wishing we would buy those pretty little lockers for the kids. In the end, we decided to buy a big closet for the toys and just DIY with the shelves: bricks and wood should do the trick, and maybe some paint to cheer up the room.
Tomorrow I go back to Xai-Xai and I kind of look forward to it. Off course I look forward to go back to the house by the beach, but more than that, I look forward for the Orphanage change to kick off. I need something to change, I need to feel like we are reaching this children the way we are reaching the 50 families I visited last week. I feel like the Harvard in me is demanding more results and is frustrated with what I have not achieved yet. I trust the new country director will help me with this and I need to leave to make sure he is able to take charge and help. I can go back to Xai-Xai now, i did all I could. I am not sure what my godson Zezito wills say about that, but I am sure one day he will one understand that I can't spend too much time in a row in the orphanage, as things need to move on their own when I am not here. I wish they do, I really really do...
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