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We have reached the stage of installing our concrete floor. We came in a joyous mood this morning and what greeted our boots were a big mess of sand, mud and cement. But our workers seemed unfazed, paving away the cement like spreading butter. The ease with which they perform their craft seemed very much like having breakfast albeit a very long meal. As the cement slowly covers the whole of our previously smashed-up floor, there’s a strong sense of achievement rising within ourselves even as bystanders who only got our boots dirty.