The wonderful thing about living with little is the amount of pleasure small finds can bring. Today, for instance, I reveled in the joy of eating a wonderfully sweet pineapple found at the junction while drinking gunpowder tea from China (my medicine, as the women call it) shared with friends and listening for the first time to
Like the hydro-power, the new radio is a blessing and curse. Last night, delighted as I was to have news from the outside world, I got few hours of sleep. As I still struggle with limited solar power and generally use the internet only while the library is full, I haven’t been able to make as much use of internet news services. I sleep now with the solar-powered laptop and radio on the bed next to me and alternate between these when the mouse or crickets wake me at night, rising in the morning with earphones still in and batteries cold dead.
Having missed months of news, I forgot the impact that hearing news could have. While delighted to hear that the opposition to
Yesterday in Makeni I was told at one NGO office that our chiefdom is “officially” the poorest or most vulnerable in the district, with the lowest indicators of social well-being. As this district is the poorest in the country and our country is the poorest in the world, it would suggest that the poorest people of the world live here. And while poverty or competition for scare resources clearly contributes to conflict, violent conflict is not necessarily a given in an egalitarian society such as this is, where culture and tradition calls for close attention to be paid to promoting peaceful and harmonious coexistence. If only the leaders in