My Favorite F. came to see me on Wednesday. She was supposed to come last week, but they didn't have enough money for the bushtaxi fare to get to the NGO clinic that would drive them the rest of the way to the hospital.
When they arrived, Granny greeted me and immediately helped herself to a floor mat that was rolled up in the corner. She spread the mat in the middle of the gym, laid down and fell asleep. When she awoke about half an hour later, I asked if she was unwell and needed to see the doctor.
'I'm fine,' she said. 'Just hungry.'