This morning a young boy in a secondary school uniform came into our compound with a box in his hand. He came to our veranda and opened the box, inside was a very small baby monkey!! Very cute and very scared of all those big people looking at him (or her?). The boy wanted to sell the monkey to us. I really felt sorry for the little one, but a monkey in a children home?? That is too dangerous, you never can trust a monkey, he might bite or scratch the children. So I told the boy that I didn't want to buy him (or her?). I asked him where he had found the baby monkey and he told us that it fell out the tree, because he killed the mother, she ate their casava. The baby monkey reminded me of one of our previous little premature baby's, So small, so tiny and no mother who cares for him (or her?). But I can't put a baby monkey in our incubator, so the boy had to go with the monkey. I don't think he was very happy, because he was on his way to school and what to do with the monkey????
Later that day, in the afternoon I got my answer on that question. I was called by the children, there was a monkey at the other side of the fence. The boy had left the box with the monkey just at the outside of our gate, and went to school. We have had children placed into our compound, but never a baby monkey!! What to do??? The monkey had come out of his box, but was weak and hungry. The children ran for a banana and John, together with Norah and Christine fed carefully the banana to the monkey. He (or she?) liked it, Helen ran for a cup with milk and a syringe. This was going to go out of hands, I didn't want the monkey in Amecet, but I could not let the little one die at our fence. I called Tim, an American Missionary, who lives with his family in Soroti, in the past they had some wounded animals in their compound (even an eagle). He had interest in the monkey and a little later, a car stopped and they came to pick the little baby monkey. So I was relieved, the children all happy that the baby monkey would go to a safe place!!