Kama jana
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Only 12 days left in the village. It feels kama jana (like yesterday) that I arrived with my suitcase of impractical items. Time flies when you're having to continually think of new recipes that involve only three vegetables and some out of date stock cubes. Last month I learnt how to make bread. Only two of my loaves have resembled small bricks and I'm feeling confident about my chances of being a professional baker when I get home if the NHS won't have me. I am going to miss many things I've come to love in Nyangao. Having a cleaning lady tidy up after my baking disasters especially. I'll miss our security guard who sits outside the kitchen window at night even though it's guaranteed he'll be asleep before I am. Instead of traffic, police sirens and the odd drunkard singing "Eye of the Tiger", I'm used to waking up to chickens and dogs scuffling in the garden or the giant monitor lizard clawing in the roof or the neighbours houseboy s...