One of the King George residents died during the night. I don't know his real name but everyone here affectionately referred to him as 'One Tooth' (because he only had one tooth).
As I arrived at work this morning his body, washed and wrapped in a sheet by some of the workers, was loaded onto a handcart and wheeled out of the compound to be taken to the cemetery for a paupers burial.
I was impressed by how respectful most of the children were, they just stood silently and watched One Tooth go on his way.
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