Africa Freedom

Yesterday we went to town hoping to avail ourselves of electricity, but it was Africa Freedom Day so the school was closed. Back home, we hedged our bets and didn't fix lunch. Inevitably the call to shima came soon after. I ate my beans with the women and children as usual. In theory this helps with language. But yesterday I said nothing, just watched our host's sister hull corn by hand. The house is surrounded by sacks of grain but they hardly seem to have made a dent in the pile of corn.