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.
Spiritual Battle
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…
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.)
Merry Christmas Eve!
Our candle-light service
Baby Boy
Mati had a baby boy last week. Sorry for leaving you hanging if you were waiting to find out.
Christmas Flight
Santa came a day early to Menya. No reindeer.
