Busy Morning

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.


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…