The day had felt rather long. The thick of hot season was taking its toll on everyone. All the children (and adults, for that matter) were suffering from heat rash and some were so bad that we'd at first wondered if it was actually an allergic reaction to something. The itchy, painful rashes were likely partly responsible for the slightly shorter fuses we were witnessing and it was a feat to keep the peace among the children.
I'd arrived early that morning at The Mission Post to get the church opened and the children's division classrooms aired out a bit. Being on the third floor in oppressive heat with no AC made keeping small people's attention near to impossible. By the time they began climbing the steps for the class before the church service, it seemed I'd barely made a dent in emptying the rooms of the heat.