Sights and sounds from a Menyan burial. (Click the play button above and be sure to turn HD on.)
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…
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.)