Due to a speech impediment, he makes sounds and uses his body to communicate.
Usually, he is bouncing off the damn walls all day long with energy. I don’t know where he gets it from. Maybe it’s from those cans of beers he sinks in the morning instead of the coffees we get to wake us up.
They call him the “machine”. My theory is, he is an artificial intelligence robot who was programmed to build houses and drink beer but they somehow forgot to program language into the software.
His nickname speaks for itself. He works with pure strength, technique and ingenuity. His pitfall – he is undisciplined. We never know when he is going to turn up for work. He goes off his own time.
Sometimes, we need to source him from his house. He conveniently ‘forgets’ that there is a school under construction. But then there are other days when he is the first one on site and he will tell you it’s because he needs the funds for more beer.
Yesterday, he was barking orders at us volunteers. He was not in a happy mood because he got drunk the night before and was out till early hours of the morning looking for his ox that had escaped from his front yard – a valuable asset in this village.
He is the life of the party. He loves to get everyone laughing with his funny sounds and bodily gestures.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you – the machine.