There are no signs leading to Airfield Community. From the main road you would not know that anyone live in the bush. An airport was planned for the area, but will probably never be built. Land was available and 400 people settled in the area. They came from the coast, from the north or escaped
Last Sunday we went to visit the homes of the people of the Airfield Community. I got on the back of Eric’s motorcycle, riding in the "bush", following narrow paths through cassava and corn fields. We stopped at ten family compounds. Each compound had about seven mud homes with straw roofs.
I walked into the “homes”: Clutter of wood, boxes, baskets, dry corn and cassava, and not much inside. Adults were separating the corn kernels from the cob, removing the stem from the chili peppers, removing the beans from the pods. It was special to meet the kids at their homes with their families. They were shy. They call me “Madam Benny”. I found out that Eric, 11, the brightest child in school, live with his grandparents. His parents and the rest of the family are in another village. Lizzy, 12, in torn clothes live with her mother and younger sister. Lizzy asked me for a school bag. With Judy’s donation we are getting seven school bags. Beautiful babies and toddlers, future students at the new school.


Due to the holiday, work was not scheduled for Airfield Community, but they all decided to work anyway. I counted 40 community workers. Foundation blocks were already cemented in the trenches. Women running back and forth, large cement blocks on their heads. "blocks", "mortar", shouting form the site and the women ran to deliver the goods. 

