A pitchfork had been temporarily set aside, and I was starting to try to make some headway with root removal. A man who announced that he was a patient there indicated that he wanted to work. He proceeded to commandeer the pitchfork and started digging in. I could tell that he had the right idea and fell into a rhythm with him. As he loosened roots, I attempted to remove the loose ones. We were making good progress, but he clearly had some issues. He was speaking a mix of English and what I believe was Afrikaans and kept going on about “his child” and with some agitation wanting someone to bring the child there. He repeatedly announced that he was a patient there. He also told me that his name was Patrique and he had been diagnosed with HIV almost twenty years ago. Others kept reassuring him and tried to keep him calm. After this had gone on for about twenty minutes he finally got so upset that they led him away. I later found out that the clinic people had never seen him before. When the guards took him to the gate he apparently demanded to be paid for his work. We will never know if any of his story was true. The only thing that was clear was his sighting of a chance to exchange work for labor—unfortunately in the midst of a group of volunteers.