We live on top of the world in Menyamya. When leaving, one is always going down. When returning, one is always coming up. Elevation and direction are irrelevant.
In the picture above chicken feathers are strewn on top of a roof. They were placed there as part of a ritual in which a husband brings his wife meat a few days after giving birth to mark the time she is allowed to start sleeping inside the house again. If the feathers were left on…
Granddaughter and the grandma raising her.
New Years is a time for meat in Menya. This morning Lucy said nonchalantly, “None of our cats got eaten.” (That’s one less than last year.)
Passed on the chance to buy this noise maker today.
Our candle-light service
Mati had a baby boy last week. Sorry for leaving you hanging if you were waiting to find out.
Santa came a day early to Menya. No reindeer.
Elizabeth and Penny went Christmas shopping at the market today. (Photo credit: Wes who shadowed them for security)
This is Mati in her labor and delivery lean-to just before 6pm today. It’s now almost 9pm and it’s been raining for about two hours. The lean-to has been upgraded with the Chappells’ tarp, but she is still sitting on the ground in the rain in the dark waiting on her baby.