Musa Pt. 2

So we went to visit Musa at the hospital, and he is completely fine except for a few minor scratches and bruises. They don't provide any food or sheets at the hospital, so we've been delivering his food every day. He really should have come back home yesterday morning, but the doctor delayed it because he said he needed some shots or something. Musa is walking about and is getting antsy and wants to come back though.
Here's a picture of some of our kids who piled onto the back of the truck (which, incidentally, is the same truck that ran over Musa when he was three years old...first the front wheel, then the back wheel) after the evening service. The boys booted most of the girls out, but Nyima and Aisha somehow managed to hold their ground haha.

It turns out that if some of the branches and (more importantly) the roof of his mom's house hadn't broken his fall, he probably would have died. This isn't the first time we've warned kids about climbing mango trees!!!!!!!!!!!!(many exclamation points, because you've no idea how alarmed we were when the men from teh village carried a bleeding and crying Musa to the jemberengo). Exhibit A: Abba, a.k.a. Vidic, who is Santos' younger brother (the one in the red - he's next to June, who is like his bffl). Earlier this year, he also fell out of a mango tree and nearly killed himself.

They love their mangoes. Even though there's a designated stick that you're supposed to use to get the mangoes that are higher up, some kids just insist on risking their lives and climbing up the tree.
Anyway, we brought Musa dinner, and all teh stray cats came along. We also brought him some mangoes.