My husband’s sleep-sounds blend with those of an African dawn.   A medley of chirping, thrumming, cooing and crowing means the sun can’t be far below the horizon now.  There’s no going back to sleep, so I slip out of bed and find the thermos of boiled water and ‘tea things’ laid out on the table in the main room.  God is already up and greets me first.  I say hello and… Read More