A Virtual Tour of Our Shamba

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Since our shamba (farm) often plays a starring role in my blog posts, here’s a virtual tour to give you a better sense of the place we call home. Of course, the best way to get familiar with our shamba, though, is to come and visit us!

Our shamba is in the village of Uswaa on the lower slopes of Mt. Kilimanjaro. It’s about a 90-minute drive from our house in Arusha, mostly on tarmac road until just past the town of Kwasadala. Once you turn off the highway the road is gravel and/or dirt. During rainy season it can be impassable unless you have 4-wheel drive (lucky for us we have a Land Cruiser built for these types of roads).

As the road starts a gentle assent up the mountain you pass the village of Roo. Then the road starts back down a steep ravine to cross over the Marire River and then back up the other side of the ravine.

Once on the other side of the ravine, there are a couple more turns through banana and coffee fields. On the final turn you can just start to see our house around a slight bend in the road.

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The driveway to the house is bordered by bougainvillea hedges. To the right is a field of coffee and banana plants; to the left is an open field.

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Just over the hedge on the right is a small rectangular piece of land that hasn’t been much good for growing crops so we are making plans to turn it into a bird garden. We will landscape it and plant several fruit trees that will attract a diverse population of birds. (Kakasii can identify dozens of bird species just by hearing their songs.) We’ll put in a stone patio area and some comfortable seating so we can enjoy our breakfast or morning tea there.

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We grow lots of things on our shamba–coffee, bananas, papayas, corn, beans, cassava, mangoes and lots of different types of trees.

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The “intercropping” helps keep the soil rich in nutrients. What one crop takes out, another replaces. This is an especially good farming technique for growing coffee.

A crop like cassava yields two food sources–the leaves can be cooked (like spinach) and the tubers can be boiled and eaten. They are a bit like yams or potatoes, but much starchier.

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The open field on the other side of our driveway is where the cattle graze and neighborhood kids gather for a impromptu game of soccer. It’s also awesome for star gazing and an occasional campfire.

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The fence marks the boundary between our property and our neighbor Kifalu’s. There’s also a footpath that many people use as a shortcut between the two roads that run on either side of our shamba.

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(Remember the confirmation party at our neighbor’s house before Christmas? These are the chairs and empty soda bottles being returned the next day.)

One of my favorite spots on the shamba is under our big mango tree. It creates a huge shady spot that is great for sitting or laying under and enjoying the fresh air. Sometimes we even carry our sofa and chairs out to sit and eat lunch or take a nap.

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We don’t usually get to enjoy the fruit from our mango trees, though, because the village kids come around and knock them down to eat them, usually before they are even ripe. The only mangoes we ever see are high in the top branches where the kids can’t reach them.

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Over the last several years, Kakasii has been reforesting the property. It’s been fun to watch the trees grow over time. One type of we tree we planted is the yellow barked acacia trees; we have four of them growing along the back fence.

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In addition to our house, we’ve got five other structures inside our compound. Pictured below are 1) the chicken house; 2) the cow barn; 3) the house for our farmhand and his family; and 4) their shower and toilet.

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Our chicken coop houses about 30 chickens.

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The cow barn is a little under populated now because we sold our other two bulls just a few days after I took this photo. Now we’re down to just two cows and the calf. We’re planning to buy two new bulls in the next month or so.

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Our shower and toilets (one western style, one squat style) are around the corner of the house. Since the weather is nice all year long it’s not a problem at all to go out to shower or use the bathroom. Our compound is well lit at night so it’s not scary, either.

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Our shower is pretty awesome. It has an instant heater in the shower head that generates really hot water. And even when the power is out (which happens much less often here than in Arusha) the water is still a comfortable temperature for showering.

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Inside our house we have two bedrooms, a living room, store room and kitchen. (More photos to come another day after I do some redecorating of the house.) We have four options for cooking: a charcoal stove, an electric burner, a kerosene stove or a gas burner. I tend to favor the gas burner because it cooks the fastest.

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And last but not least, here’s our view of the peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro:

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There are about six trees on Kifalu’s land that block our view, but he’s given us permission to cut them down. (Now, my dear environmentalist friends, don’t get on my case about that. We planted more than 60 trees on our shamba last year and will plant at least that many more in 2014. And we’ll buy the timber from Kifalu and put it to good use; hopefully some of it to make cool furniture for our bird garden.)

So, there you have it. Our little corner of the world. Visitors welcome anytime! 🙂

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‘There are two in there.’

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On this day three years ago I walked from my office in Baltimore’s Inner Harbor up the street to Mercy Medical Center where my OB/GYN had an office. I had called them from Tanzania via Skype a few week’s earlier to make the appointment because I had a positive pregnancy test while I was there visiting Kakasii for a couple of months (thanks again, Lisa Bonds, for allowing me to work remotely).

I was nervous about the appointment. I was pregnant once before, just after we were married. When I went to that appointment the ultrasound showed no heartbeat.

This time when Dr. Hoffman started the exam my eyes were glued to the monitor. I knew to watch for a blinking little blip on the screen to indicate a heartbeat.

And there it was! A blinking light, a heartbeat! I dropped my head down onto the exam table with a sigh of relief. Dr. Hoffman continued to move the ultrasound wand across my abdomen for several more seconds, saying nothing.

Then she leaned down near me and whispered, “There are two in there.”

My head shot back up. “What? Are you serious?!”

And she proceeded to show me two little blinking lights on the monitor. First one, then the other. Then both of them together on the screen–to prove she wasn’t lying.

I was stunned. Speechless.

Then she looked at the monitor again and said, “Wait, let me check to make sure there aren’t three.”

Three?!

“Nope, just two.”

And exactly six months later those two little blinking lights on the ultrasound monitor were born.

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Our Christmas Trip to the Shamba

ourchristmastrip As I mentioned in my previous post, we spent Christmas this year on our shamba in the village. We always enjoy our time there, and this trip was no exception. We arrived on the Saturday before Christmas and as soon as we were out of the car Max and Elly were ready to meet the newest member of our family–a calf that had been born just a few days earlier to the cow Kakasii and I received as a wedding gift. calf Max and Elly checked on the calf frequently throughout the trip. watchingcows Max has become quite social when in the village. He knows to greet visitors with a handshake and to say shikamoo as a greeting of respect. His sweet little voice just melts my heart when he says shikamoo babu to an old man or shikamoo bibi to an elderly woman. Max loves our neighbor Kifalu and anytime he comes over to our place Max is right there at his side. maxkifalu We went to the village a few days before Christmas so we could go to church on that Sunday and celebrate another confirmation. The confirmation service was at the main church but we opted to worship at our sub-congregation so it wouldn’t be as crowded. Our congregation, Nkiraawanga, is building a new church building with support from Southwood Lutheran Church in Lincoln, Nebraska. Construction has been going on for a while and it will be some time before it’s all complete, but it’s far enough along to use for services. enteringchurch insidechurch On this particular Sunday we got Max and Elly down for an early nap so they didn’t need to sleep during the service. Instead, they entertained themselves moving chairs around. chairsAs usual, those who didn’t have money brought in-kind offerings to be auctioned off at the end of the service. The baskets and bags of items are brought forward just as the monetary offerings are. offering It’s pretty common at the auction for someone to purchase an item and give it as a gift to someone else–often the pastor or visitors. When a papaya was put up to auction Max got very excited and exclaimed papai! papai!, bringing lots of laughter from the crowd. When the bidding was done for the papaya, the person who bought it gave it to Max. He was pretty excited. maxpapaya In the afternoon we went to a confirmation party at one of Kakasii’s many, many relatives in the village. It was similar to the confirmation party in Arusha, but dialed down a bit. kelvinconfirmation We also took advantage of our time in the village to visit some of our neighbors and their pets. This is Isabella; she lives just down the road from our shamba. dog Max kept busy with a few chores, too. His two favorite things are cars and water. So washing the car is like heaven to this kid. carwash Because we enjoy our time in Uswaa so much, and Max and Elly have such a good time playing with the animals and other kids in the village, one of our goals for the New Year is to spend more time at the shamba. We’ve got a couple of fun outdoor projects to do over the coming months and I’m looking forward to blogging about the progress on them.

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Christmas Comes to Kilimanjaro

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Last year we were in Arusha on Christmas morning and Max and Elly got to open their presents with all of our U.S. family tuning in via video Skype (Christmas morning in Tanzania is Christmas Eve in Wakefield, Nebraska). This year we spent Christmas in the village and hoped that Santa Claus would find us there on Mt. Kilimanjaro.

Actually, I was the only one thinking about Santa Claus, as Max and Elly had no idea who he was. Without exposure to the commercialism of Christmas that is so prevalent in the States, Max and Elly were really clueless about Santa. I actually felt a little sad that there wasn’t the anticipation of Santa coming that a lot of my U.S. friends’ kids were enjoying. So when we stopped at a hotel in town to use the bathroom before driving to Uswaa, I was thrilled to see they had a Santa standing in their entryway.

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This is the closest we got to photos with Santa. Max and Elly were both a little hesitant at first but Elly warmed up to Santa enough to hold his hand for the picture.

Christmas morning started with church. We were actually 30 minutes late getting there, but when church services last the better part of three hours (or more), missing the first half hour isn’t so bad.

The church was decorated with palm fronds, flowers and shimmery mylar decorations.

churchdoorsAnd a Christmas tree was placed at the front of the church.

christmastreeThe challenge of going to church with Max and Elly is that the service starts at the same time as their nap. So it wasn’t long before we needed to take them out of the church to sleep in the car. (Okay, I admit it, I dozed off a little while in the car, too.)

After a while I could hear some commotion coming from inside the church. There was clapping and cheering, and a voice that seemed strangely familiar. It was Kakasii and whatever it was he was saying, it was inspiring the congregation to applaud.

I went inside and found Kakasii at the front of the church. He was rallying the congregation in an on-the-spot fundraiser to raise enough money to buy a new set of speakers for the choir.

kakasiifrontThis is how fundraising works in Tanzanian Lutheran churches: a need is expressed and a member of the congregation is identified by the pastor to head up the fundraising effort. In this case, it was Kakasii. Then it was up to Kakasii to come forward and inspire the crowd to open their wallets and give. Someone would raise their hand, Kakasii would collect their donation. Then he would hold the money up and announce how much was given. (Or announce what the person had pledged if they didn’t have the cash with them.) The church treasurer would record the donation and Kakasii continued to the next person.

In just a short amount of time, almost enough money was raised to cover the cost of the speakers. Kakasii will follow-up with others who weren’t at church to raise the remainder. Then he and another member of the congregation will purchase the speakers and deliver them to the church at a later date.

In their excitement and gratitude for such a successful fundraiser, several women in the choir ran forward to hug Kakasii and the pastor when the total raised was announced.

hugsAs the service neared its end, the congregation processed outside for the usual auction of the in-kind offerings that had been presented that day. Because the service was well-attended, there were lots of things to buy at the auction.

We bought a few bunches of bananas.

maxbananasYou may not be able to tell, but these are two distinctly different types of bananas. Both taste sweet, but the slightly more greenish bunch on the left need to be cooked–either roasted or fried in oil. That really brings out the sweetness. The bunch on the right can be eaten fresh; they are similar to the bananas you can buy in the U.S., only way better.

bananasThis time there was a goat given as an offering to the church. We were tempted to buy it but decided it was a little too big to have at our house in Arusha.

goatAfter the goat had been sold, Max and Elly had fun petting and feeding him.

ellygoatWhen we got back home from the church service we discovered that Santa had managed to find us! And not only did he bring presents from himself, he also delivered the presents from Grandma and the rest of the family back in Nebraska!

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Max and Elly got to look in their stocking right away. And a little later in the afternoon they helped hand out the other presents and we took turns opening our gifts.

maxpresentsElly wasted no time digging in to see what she got.

ellypresentAnd they both took great care to be sure they didn’t leave anything behind in their boxes.

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ellyboxBrenda and Godson both got quilts that were made by Lutheran quilting groups in Nebraska and donated to Nebraska Lutheran Outdoor Ministries for their annual Quilt Auction fundraiser (an event I used to manage when I worked for NLOM in the early 1990s). Ombeni got one, too, but he wasn’t able to come home for Christmas because he had just a couple days break from school.

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brendapresentKakasii got a new pair of binoculars so he won’t miss any good wildlife sightings while on safari.

kakasiipresentWhat did I get? Kakasii gave me exactly what I asked for: a 30-hour kids-free getaway the following weekend. (Ironically, the only other guests at the hotel was a family with five kids!)

Our second Christmas together in Tanzania was really nice, although I did miss the chill and snow of Christmas in Nebraska. Fortunately, Mt. Kilimanjaro provided a little snow for our Christmas.

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Amos’ Confirmation Party

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Several weeks ago Kakasii told me that our neighbor Isaka (where we used to get our eggs before we created our own egg-producing empire) asked him to help with the planning and hosting of a confirmation party for his son, Amos. Kakasii came back from the first planning meeting and told me it was going to be a small party. Yeah, right.

The day before the party the decorating began. A cow and goat were slaughtered.

The morning of the party a bus pulled up to the house full of guests who had traveled from a distance to attend. By late morning the music started as the DJs and emcee got the sound system set up. There was clanking of plates and chafing dishes as the caterers set up the buffet.

The party was set to start about 2 pm. At nearly 4 pm the family arrived from the church–the service had run long and then there was a photo session. We could hear horns honking in the distance as the confirmation caravan made its way to our neighbor’s home. Amos led the parade of cars–standing up through the sun roof of another neighbor’s contributed vehicle. Kakasii followed in our car with Amos’ parents (we didn’t get any flowers on our car, just ribbon). When they passed by our gate Max jumped in to help park the car.

kakasiiscarInside Isaka’s compound, the guests awaited, sitting in the shade of a tent and a few tarps strung between the house and the compound wall. (Look closely at the front of the tent to see the five-tiered cake–it’s draped with netting to keep the flies away.)

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Before the confirmation festivities started the pastor led a ribbon-cutting and prayer of blessing for the home.

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Then it was time to get the party started. First, two choirs sang.

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Then there were introductions of special guests and the toasts.

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Elly entertained herself through most of the formalities. Here she’s singing “Fly Birdy Fly” from her favorite DVD, Disney’s Choo Choo Soul:

“Little birdy, come on, come on and flap your wings.
Little birdy, come on, come on and flap your wings like this.”

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(Her hair isn’t really pink, it was just a strange glow cast from the tarp hanging above us.)

Eventually, it was time to eat. All the usual foods were served (from left to right): chicken, roasted bananas, banana stew, beef, pilau and rice.

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With the late start to the party it was soon past Max and Elly’s bedtime and Elly was well on her way to a meltdown. (And, honestly, I was too. These “small” parties exhaust me.) We held on long enough for the time all the guests went forward to congratulate Amos and his parents.

Of course, the moment we stepped inside our house Max and Elly caught a second wind and refused to go to sleep. They stayed awake until Kakasii got home and then all three of them crashed together.

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Decorating for Christmas

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With temps in the high-80s it’s been hard for me to get in the Christmas spirit. This past Saturday I finally got up the gumption to dig out the Christmas tree and decorations.

While Max and Elly napped, Brenda and I set up the tree and put on the lights. We were experiencing yet another power outage so there was really no way to know whether the lights were working or not; we just strung them on the tree and hoped for the best. And there our bare little tree sat, waiting for Max and Elly to wake up and decorate it.

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Max was the first to wake up and discover the tree. He paused, rubbed his tired eyes and just looked at it. Then he turned toward the kitchen and shouted, “Mommy, njo!” (Mommy, come here!) He stood, pointing at the tree, saying nothing, just slightly confused about where the toy basket had gone and why a tree was in the corner instead.

Once Elly woke up, we got started with the decorating. Brenda added a beaded garland and letter ornaments Aunt Carla had given us that spelled out each of the five kids’ names.

Max and Elly each have a small collection of their own Christmas ornaments–most of them from Aunt Tammy, whose tradition is to give the nieces and nephews a personalized ornament each year.

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They also each have a “Baby’s 1st Christmas” ornament they got from Grandma. They both liked to kiss the baby on those ornaments.

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And they also both have beautiful photo ornaments from our friends Jason and Tonja, super-talented photographers who took Max and Elly’s newborn pics during their first trip to Nebraska.

ellypictureI’m not gonna lie–it was hard for me to turn over the tree decorating to two two-year-olds who don’t have the same appreciation for balance and symmetry that I do. But they were having a great time and it was loads of fun watching them so I just let go of my own issues and let them do their thing. (Tami and Kattie, I know you are both relishing in the fact that I have a lopsidedly decorated Christmas tree. Stop laughing.)

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Aunt Carla also sent along some Christmas window clings when our Christmas packages were delivered by a friend in November. So we decorated a couple of our living room windows with those.

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By the end of the afternoon our bare little tree had become quite lovely. And when the power came back on we were happy to discover that the lights did, in fact, still work!

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(And okay, I admit it, after Max and Elly lost interest in the tree I did move a few of the ornaments around so the tree looked a little more balanced.)

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To bury a brother

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Last week was a long and difficult one. On December 1, Kakasii got a call from his brother Ndessamburo, that another brother, Clemence, had been in a car accident in Kenya while on the way to Nairobi. There were no more details than that available, so Kakasii, Ndessamburo and their half-brother Frank headed toward Nairobi to locate the accident and find out what was happening. They didn’t know yet at that time that Clemence had been killed.

At the border between Tanzania and Kenya, they were met by Clemence’s sons, Immanuel and Steven, who had been in the accident with Clemence. That’s when they got the news. They brought the boys back to Arusha and made plans to return to Kenya the following day to bring Clemence’s body to Tanzania and prepare for the funeral.

Clemence was just a few  years older than Kakasii, and leaves behind his wife (Mama Imma) and the two sons, similar in age to our Ombeni and Godson. He was a lecturer at the Dar es Salaam Institute of Technology and owned a business selling laboratory equipment and chemicals to schools for their chemistry classes. He is the second of Kakasii’s siblings to pass away; his sister Salome died many years ago due to complications in childbirth.

The funeral was at our shamba and Clemence was buried there next to Kakasii’s mother.

It’s quite common in Tanzania to hire a photographer for the funeral, just as a family would for a wedding or other milestone event. Some families even hire a videographer and have a DVD of the funeral produced. Although in the U.S. it might seem strange to take pictures of a funeral, I can see the value of doing so. My memories of my dad’s funeral are pretty faded after 15 years; having some photos to remember would actually be really nice. I was 5 months pregnant with Max and Elly when Kakasii’s mother passed away so I wasn’t able to travel to Tanzania for the funeral, but I appreciated being able to watch the DVD.

We did hire a photographer for Clemence’s funeral, and I also took some photos to share with the family:

In the absence of hearses, a Land Cruiser, minibus or pick-up truck is used to transport the deceased to the burial site.

In the absence of hearses, a Land Cruiser, minibus or pick-up truck is used to transport the deceased to the burial site.

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As room permits, family members will ride with the body, displaying the grave marker and a photo of the deceased.

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A member of the family did all of the decorations and flowers.

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It was a beautiful service with Retired Bishop Erasto Kweka of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Tanzania Northern Diocese and the pastors of the Uswaa Lutheran Parish presiding.

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I would estimate more than 500 people attended. There were three large tents set up with chairs, several wooden benches between the tents, plus many people standing. The family sat in the shade of our big mango tree.

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Part way through the service it started to rain pretty heavily. The choir huddled under large umbrellas as they sang.

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The woman in the black hat is Mama Imma, Immanuel is on the left and Steven, who suffered an arm injury in the accident, is on the right.

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After the service the guests were served a traditional Tanzanian meal of banana stew. We slaughtered our biggest bull (the one that attacked Kakasii a while back) to provide the meat. The caterers used 14 of these huge cooking pots to make the stew.

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There’s a custom in Tanzania that when a man dies and still has children living at home, another man in the family is named to serve as a father figure and help with the upbringing of the children. He is given a coat or hat or other item belonging to the deceased to symbolize his new role. Here Kakasii’s oldest brother Geoffrey is presenting Clemence’s coat, shirt, bible and hymn book to Ndessamburo.

On the third day following burial the family gathered again for prayer, signaling the end of the official grieving period, according to custom. Clemence’s wife and boys will remain in Kwasadala (the village where Clemence had a home and based his business) for another few days before returning to Dar es Salaam.

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Chicken House Update

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Sorry for the lack of posts these last couple of weeks. Near-constant power outages  severely cut into my computer time. There were days we had power for less than 30 minutes and then lost it again for more than 24 hours. Crossing our fingers that things are back to normal.

When I last posted we were still in the midst of construction on the chicken house. During the next few days Kakasii and I went to Dar es Salaam for a family wedding while the fundi finished up. The night we flew back home we stayed at the shamba to take care of a few things there the next morning, including collecting a few chickens that were being gifted to us by family and neighbors there.

chickenincarWhen we got home we settled them into their new house.

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There was a slight miscalculation (of about 12 inches) by the fundi that prevents the chicken house from sitting directly against the back wall, leaving only enough space between the chicken house and our house to just squeeze through. But we’re able to manage well enough.

2chickensroosterThe next morning after the chickens arrived Max and Elly were anxious to go out and visit them. They were quite distraught, though, to see that the chickens were pooping on the floor of their new house. So they took their diapers and wipes to the coop with the intention of diapering the chickens!

maxandellyincoopmaxdiaperellywipesWe were really excited that one of the hens started laying the very first day. I had expected it to take several days for them to get acclimated and start laying, but the one that did lay right away was a good layer from our brood at the shamba so she apparently didn’t need much transition time.

Max went with me to collect the first egg.

maxwitheggAnd Elly put it away in our egg tray.

ellywitheggFor the first several days only that one chicken laid eggs. Now a second chicken has also started laying. We bought one more tray of 30 eggs from our neighbor and hope by the time we finish that our own chickens will be supplying what we need. As of now we have five chickens and two more waiting for us to pick up from another relative so if they all produce steadily they should do pretty well keeping up with the demand.
Encouraged by the fun of keeping the chickens, we also started a modest gardening project. Kakasii’s brother Geoffrey gave us some of his lemongrass to replant at our house. So now Max and Elly have two sets up chores–helping with the chickens (collecting the eggs and helping feed them) and watering the lemongrass every day.

ellywateringmaxwateringIf we keep the lemongrass alive, we may plant a few vegetables as well. If the chickens survive, maybe we’ll get a goat!

If we do start a vegetable garden, what do you recommend we start with? What’s easy to grow?

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It’s not a Chicken House ’til there’s Chicken Wire

chickenwireWe made big progress today. (I say we as if I have anything to do with the actual construction of this chicken house.) The fundi got the closed walls and floor boards in.

wallsThen it was time to add the chicken wire, which officially makes it a chicken house.Maasai continues to be a huge help in the building process. I’m not sure the fundi could manage this with just one set of hands.

holdingwirehangingwireMax and Elly love to entertain themselves around the building site. They wandered around inside the chicken house calling to me, “Mommy, ingia!” (Mommy, come inside!) They also like to count to three (sometimes in English, sometimes in Swahili) and then jump off the edge of the chicken house.

max ellyThey made a new friend today, Nelly. His mom occasionally works for us and today she came over to start a big cleaning project in the house–scrubbing the grout. We have a five-bedroom house with tiled floors throughout so this is going to be a multi-day project. But it’s a win-win situation–we get clean grout and she earns the money for Nelly’s school fees.

friendsThe closer we get to completing the chicken house, the more excited and nervous I get. What if our chickens don’t lay eggs? We if they get sick? What if Max and Elly torment them constantly? Wait. Does that means they’ll be so busy with the chickens they won’t pester me? Maybe that’s not such a bad thing after all! 🙂

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Chicken House Construction Begins

hammeringThe fundi was back today to start construction of our chicken house. He actually stuck around yesterday after dropping off the supplies and got the four corner posts and roof supports up, working in the glow of our security light on the back of the house.

Max and Elly are completely fascinated by all the measuring and sawing and pounding.

measuringsawingMaasai, our watchman who also ends up being a part-time nanny to Max and Elly, pitched in.

hammering2It was hard to keep Max and Elly out of the fundi’s way while he worked but eventually Anita convinced them to sit in their stroller and observe from there.

watchingfundiWhen nap time rolled around I was a little worried how it was going to work with all the noise and activity going on outside of Max and Elly’s room. But it didn’t seem to bother Max at all. Elly slept on my lap in the living room, also unfazed by the noise.

constructionsitemaxsleepingSince our own egg production enterprise isn’t off the ground yet, we’re still relying on our neighbor to keep us supplied with eggs. Max and Elly went over this afternoon to get some and back at home they got their first lesson in proper egg handling.

ellyeggsellyhandmaxeggOut of 30 or so eggs, only one got broken so that’s doing pretty well, I think. Max and Elly will make great chicken farmers.

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