Goodbye Chefe do Posto African Style

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Today was the end of an era.  Our Chefe do Posto, Sr Magaia, who has been here since 2007, is leaving us.  We had a beautiful ceremony this morning under the Waterberry trees in the village.  See the Presidents photo and flag hung in the tree.  Only in Africa will the outgoing government official dance the new one in - such wonderful uplifting spirit.






Our Administrator from Bela Visa, Sr Avelino Pinto Muchine

Our new Chefe do Posto - Sr Jose Limpo Rozao

Our Induna, Sr Zacarias Nhonguane and Abel, one of my favorite people here






Regulo Tembe








Bye Bye Sr Alberto Luis Magaia - we will miss you!  Good luck in Zitundo.


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