By lunchtime today I had visited a house where mourners gathered around a dead body, seen a man beat his wife in front of dozens of onlookers, and heard a man’s account of having shot a thief with an arrow. Even for Menya, that’s a lot for a morning.
Our house is infested with ants. Rather than feeling disgusted or annoyed, I just feel relieved that they aren’t the electro-nesters.
This morning I was visited by one of our closest neighbors, Mati. It was the first time I’d seen her since our return because she and her family had been sleeping in a house near one of their gardens. After a “hello” she told me she had helped Edwin, her husband, with the thatched roof…
Have you ever wondered what we carry in all our red bags? If so, you share something in common with the T.S.A. Click the picture to read more.