Today is Easter Sunday. It's a pretty big deal here, bigger than Christmas. I had did my first Malaria test yesterday. It was negative. Being the big baby that I am, I refused to let the nurse poke me and insisted on doing it myself, which led to being poked 4 times instead of one. Nurses make the worst patients. I'm feeling under the weather. I think it is because it has been a long week and I'm having a hard time sleeping. I am so tired that I have a headache and I feel like I could cry, like little kids do when they haven't had their nap. It's really humid at night and the roosters won't let you sleep past six, even with earplugs. The roosters are on African time, meaning no time at all so they crow from six in the morning until six at night. People here don't wear watches but I don't think it's only because they are a sign of wealth, I think it's because time passes in a different way. Not marked by hours or minutes, but by something else. I'm not sure what it is, but it's different. Maybe it has to do with why I'm not sleeping. Tomorrow I am going back to KasongoMwana. Maman Marie has malaria but hopefully she will be better by tomorrow. Hopefully none of the bridges are missing. I'm off to listen to the roosters singing for Easter. Happy Sunday.