Dear Family and Friends,
'Tis actually Monday evening now, but want to share about our sharing with Mama Marieth (2001 guest in our home, church, and schools and Mwangaza partner several times since) and Baba Festo Mlay and family, truly our extended family who live on the grounds of Enaboishu LSS. Mama is a most respected teacher of English there, every student's and staff member's Mama or Bibi (Grandma) and Festo teaches math in a nearby high school.
We always, if it hasn't rained for a few days, enjoy the walk to Enaboishu, as it entails passing along paths through fields and small roads-less-travelled. Not so enjoyable, and hardly negotiable if it has rained in recent days, are the 2 streams which must cross by carefully balancing on the protruding rocks and the steep banks on either side. Very fortunate and grateful that Saturday night and Sunday were both dry, with a clear sky and warm sun greeting us in the morning and staying with us until after returning home late afternoon. To avoid calling undo attention to ourselves, Mike usually avoids pulling out the camera and playing tourist as we walk the back-ways, so you will have to image the pictures of the journey.
Once near the school and Mlays, however, we are rather well recognized, expect folks to call out "Teacher" and stop to share greetings, so out comes the camera. Thought of you imagining our paths from the photo-less description above and decided to reverse the process. Imagine now, if you will, the story which describes this wordless picture (hint: it's all about the tree):
Let's see how you did. That very tall tree in the background, without limbs or leaves, was beginning to die. It happens that it's wood is excellent for cooking, burning slow and hot. So, boys with pangas (12 to 14 inch machetes, not unlike our corn-knives back on the farm) climbed the tree, stood on a limb, hung on with one hand, and chopped/panga-ed off the limb with the other. Yes, the tree is at least as tall as it looks -- probably taller. Grandpa figures he'll probably get in trouble when he lets his grandchildren climb 5 - 10 feet into the apple tree.
(Since Mike likes to tell stories, feel free to send us your "imagined" version.)
Speaking of tall things, we received one of the best hugs ever from Marieth with our choice of special gift for her this year. On our first visit in 2001, Mike was amazed watching her and other women bend 160 degrees at the waist to use a 2 foot broom (see it laying on the ground between the children?) to sweep. A promise was made to someday bring her a broom with a handle, to which she replied "The men will think it is a spear and steal it from me!" Of course, most brooms with handles are far too long for suitcases, but this year we found one with a sectioned handle that collapsed to a short length and could be removed from the bottom section. She loved it !
And finally for now, a few photos to help you picture (pun intended) that life at Mlay's has some subtle differences you might notice when you visit:
3-year old Granddaughter Faith is already adept at balancing and carrying items on her head
Several monkeys will assume you left the chairs for them if you move about
And their living room is a bit smaller than most of ours are (this is the hallway next to one bedroom; one of the two bedrooms for 7 people.
But please look again and see what is important, the love and laughter that fills their home and draws us back each time we get the chance.