How to Die in Menya The picture above is Lepson, Edwin’s son, high in a tree. The three of us went up in the bush to cut bamboo today. As I’ve been talking with folks lately, I’ve been tossing out some deeper questions to get people thinking and questioning their own beliefs. As we get…
The secret power behind all of Wes’ translation efforts: a cold can of beans and a spoon.
Yesterday I told Edwin (who lives on the hill behind us) I was coming to visit him today. This morning I found that he had dug these steps for me to get up there. Thoughtful or insulting?
A new law says SIM cards have to be registered here. Digicel is sending people around to remote places like ours and they do the whole process (including a headshot) on a smart phone. I felt like I was checking out at the Apple Store. Phone on the makeshift table reserves a place in line.
I just heard a couple of people tell a young mother who is having trouble nursing to quit wasting time and get to the witch doctor so he can work sorcery on her.