About Robertico (part 3)


About Robertico (part 3)

Robertico is always making things. Crafting something out of nothing. He joins me building jungle scenes out of paper, cutting and rolling the paper into grass, drawing eyes onto elephants and sticking beads onto his snake. His talent is obvious. As he works his face is serious, completely consumed by the task.
One night he shows me his slingshot. He made it, now he is fixing it with a machete as big as his arm. He is replacing the rubber with a washing up glove and binding it to the stick with some string he has found in the street. He tests it to check that it works.
I buy tinned hot dogs in the shopping (cuc store), later I find him – machete in hand carving out the lid. He pops a hole in the middle and threads it onto a string. His spinning toy is complete.
On another occasion he makes a basket for my cousin’s bike out of some wire he has found. He spends over an hour weaving the wire into a serviceable basket.
During the school holidays I go out onto the porch and see him playing with a friend across the road. He has made a seesaw using a bucket and a plank of wood. The two boys are trying to balance on it, standing arms wide and flapping wildly to keep their balance.
He is naturally resourceful and has a real gift with his hands. I tell him he should be an engineer, architect or work in design. He shakes his head and tells me he wants to be a taxi driver. Here even drs and lawyers work as taxis to earn extra money. They drive tourists around for more money than they can earn in any other job. Being a taxi driver is one of the best paid jobs you can have.

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Robertico is always making things. Crafting something out of nothing. He joins me building jungle scenes out of paper, cutting and rolling the paper into grass, drawing eyes onto elephants and sticking beads onto his snake. His talent is obvious. As he works his face is serious, completely consumed by the task.
One night he shows me his slingshot. He made it, now he is fixing it with a machete as big as his arm. He is replacing the rubber with a washing up glove and binding it to the stick with some string he has found in the street. He tests it to check that it works.
I buy tinned hot dogs in the shopping (cuc store), later I find him – machete in hand carving out the lid. He pops a hole in the middle and threads it onto a string. His spinning toy is complete.
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