Music, Music

 The music during Mass this past Sunday was especially beautiful. The young adult choir dressed in their burgundy colored robes sing in full force with such joy. The chapel was overflowing as many of us sat on plastic chairs or wooden benches outside. Small groups of goats passed by, young boys played soccer on a nearby makeshift field, and the not too distant singing from another place of worship could be heard as well.
The music we heard the night before was of a different variety entirely although very African and very loud! Serenaded by a booming chorus of drums at a festive party next door, talented performers demonstrated traditional native dances with boundless energy and invited everyone else to join in.

Trick knee and Local Meanderings

Nursed a recent knee problem that surfaced suddenly and unexpectedly which resulted in having an ultrasound at the hospital and being cared for by extremely solicitous colleagues of Jim. I remained nearby the house for a couple of days. Ventured across the road to purchase a dozen eggs, then a short walk along the main drag to Gariba Lodge for a plate of chips (French fries) and a cold Star beer. Within minutes, the rains came - relentless and heavy. Nestled comfortably at an outside table on a roof-covered terrace, I settled in with a good book.