Well, you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl!
When I was growing up on an Illinois hog farm, one of the talents I acquired was using the wrong tool for the right purpose. When you weigh 120 pounds soaking wet and you are trying to nail a gate in place to keep a 300 pound mother sow out in a hog pasture, you might have to use the cross piece of a stout pair of pliers as a hammer to pound nails into the wood QUICKLY!
OK, so fast forward a bunch of years.
Now it’s 10:00 at night and there’s a poor little lady with obstructed labor who desperately needs a C section, but she also needs drip fluid and antibiotics and her husband has just spent his last pesewa on petrol to fuel their motorcycle to come from Chereponi to Saboba. And I know a local chemist shop owner whom I called up, and I ran to his shop, only to find him struggling to get a padlock off the door because the key was broken. Fortunately, Bob had a pair of strong pliers in the lorry and we were able to use them to pry the hasp off the door so we could enter the shop. (Yes, Bob, your pliers are just fine.) And all the time we were struggling to take that hasp apart, all I could think of was an Illinois hog pasture and a 12 year old girl frantically hammering in nails with a similar pair of pliers.