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Saturday Jun 02, 2007

T.I.T moments

 ok, I have 2 T.I.T moments. first is very short...yesterday I spent about an hour typing up T.I.T moments, just to hve a power cut as i was publishing it, so today I'm afraid the story is different and shorter.

So its 6.30am in casa za happy and emmy. I have just finished showering over our toilet in ice cold water i hauled from the well, and run inside to my room to get dressed. Happy is wandering around in her matching african skirt and top ready for school. Im in a kitenge....a handy peice of material that is used for everything you can imagine, currently its my towel. I hear the kitchen bolt squeaking and Happy's screaming. In casa za emmy and Happy screaming is not uncomon, for me it is reserved for special occasions such as panya (rats) or deadly animals. Happy however has told me her philosiphy is that if you are ever in a state of concern you should scream and cry as much as possible, but she also screams when laughing, when singing, and basicly whenever she feels like it. (i feel at this point i have to explain that last night we were given a chicken as a gift. We later found out that about 10 men in our village have a bet going, tht who ever can have sex with either of us will win a cow, so presents are the obvious route.)

 when i hear "EMMY...EMMY!!!!" i casually stroll outside to our 'kitchen' to see the very alive chicken hot footing it across our yard. Happy is hopping from foot to foot looking concerned, and i speedily take chase, the chicken and I soon enter the maize field and i am darting around trying to catch the dinner that I had dreamt about so fondly  the night before, while trying to protect my dignity by clutching to my kitenge. Soon the 'kur-fufle' drew several young boys to help me and we finally cornered it and the youngest boy launched himself ontop of the kuku and we carried back to the house, where happy was now on the dirt floor crying with laughter at the sight she had just witnessed. the chicken got put back in the kitchen, and we had a delicious chicken and rice dinner that night.

Slightly abrupt ending, but  feel its a good example of life out here, I'm very proud to say that I have caught my own food...truely self sufficient (ignoring the fact it was a present, and technically some one else caught it, i just ran around, and then collapsed in a heap and couldnt breath.)

Posted by Emily ( 1:19 PM )
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