In the morning on Thursday (Thanksgiving), we walked over to the secondary school. The classrooms were cylindrical with a pointed roof.
In the afternoon we returned to the school to be picked at random for our Maasai homestay. The first night was pretty interesting, and a little awkward. Many people's mothers didn't speak any Swahili. Luckily, mine did so we were able to communicate a little without the translator. That night I attempted to milk a cow. I was not successful. The home I was in was hot, smoky, and full of flies. Although it was Thanksgiving, it did not feel like it. I suppose, Thanksgiving only matters if you are in the US.
Friday: In the morning I attempted to milk a cow again. This time I succeeded. After breakfast, which consisted of tea and chapati, I went with my mother to get water at a nearby stream. We filled up the jugs with a cup. I carried it back on my head. It was really hard to do. I'm glad I don't have to do it every day like they do. Later we got fire wood, which I again carried back on my head. Carrying the wood was a lot easier than carrying the water.
Saturday: Saturday was very similar to Friday. We milked the cow, gathered water and firewood, and cooked.
Sunday: In the morning, I fetched water and packed up my stuff. Afterwards, I hung out in my small, smoky, buggy, hot home.
Health: I noticed during my three days with the Maasai that some of the kids had a cough. It seemed to be that the more time spent in the home, the worse the cough. One of the little kids coughed a lot. I wonder how harmful the home conditions are to the overall health of the Maasai women who spend so much time in the smoke.
Flies: The kids were covered in them. They must have gotten used to them, because I couldn't handle them any where near my face.
In the afternon I returned to camp. we served our mothers lunch. There was so much rice. It filled up a pot that seemed like the equivalent of two lobster pots. It was nice to have a chance to shower after being around all the smoke and flies. After lunch, the Maasai women held a market. I bought a couple of necklaces. Afterwards, the Maasai left. The following day, we began our journey back to Arusha.
Photos: Top left: Maasai home (not mine) Top middle:
my boma Top right: my mom milking a cow
Bottom left: one of my Maasai brothers Bottom right: more siblings, the main room of the house
In the morning on Thursday (Thanksgiving), we walked over to the secondary school. The classrooms were cylindrical with a pointed roof.
In the afternoon we returned to the school to be picked at random for our Maasai homestay. The first night was pretty interesting, and a little awkward. Many people's mothers didn't speak any Swahili. Luckily, mine did so we were able to communicate a little without the translator. That night I attempted to milk a cow. I was not successful. The home I was in was hot, smoky, and full of flies. Although it was Thanksgiving, it did not feel like it. I suppose, Thanksgiving only matters if you are in the US.
Friday: In the morning I attempted to milk a cow again. This time I succeeded. After breakfast, which consisted of tea and chapati, I went with my mother to get water at a nearby stream. We filled up the jugs with a cup. I carried it back on my head. It was really hard to do. I'm glad I don't have to do it every day like they do. Later we got fire wood, which I again carried back on my head. Carrying the wood was a lot easier than carrying the water.
Saturday: Saturday was very similar to Friday. We milked the cow, gathered water and firewood, and cooked.
Sunday: In the morning, I fetched water and packed up my stuff. Afterwards, I hung out in my small, smoky, buggy, hot home.
Health: I noticed during my three days with the Maasai that some of the kids had a cough. It seemed to be that the more time spent in the home, the worse the cough. One of the little kids coughed a lot. I wonder how harmful the home conditions are to the overall health of the Maasai women who spend so much time in the smoke.
Flies: The kids were covered in them. They must have gotten used to them, because I couldn't handle them any where near my face.
In the afternon I returned to camp. we served our mothers lunch. There was so much rice. It filled up a pot that seemed like the equivalent of two lobster pots. It was nice to have a chance to shower after being around all the smoke and flies. After lunch, the Maasai women held a market. I bought a couple of necklaces. Afterwards, the Maasai left. The following day, we began our journey back to Arusha.
Photos: Top left: Maasai home (not mine) Top middle: my boma Top right: my mom milking a cow
Bottom left: one of my Maasai brothers Bottom right: more siblings, the main room of the house
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