Last evening I went to visit the contract farming demonstration/trial plots in the village and to chat with the locals. The vegetables are coming along nicely and the organic spray is working well.
We have growing so far: English spinach, sukuma wiki (kale; collards), local corn, green beans, garden peas, improved amaranth, local colocase, indigenous tomatoes, indigenous potatoes, Armenian cucumbers, local cucumbers, Kenyan radish, American ‘beefsteak’ tomatoes, and several others.
We did have improved Kenyan red onions ready for outplanting, but they were stolen! A couple of days ago they were found in someone’s plot and the case is being taken up with the traditional dispute manager in the village. Well, nice to know we’re putting in items that are very much wanted!
At the end of this week we’ll distribute more seeds to contractors of varieties that are doing the best in these demonstration/trial plots.
As well, seeds are being put in the demo plots of a series of new varieties for trials.
Then I thought of relaxing at the village cabaret for a while. It is very rustic and pleasant place to chat or just relax at the end of a work day, watch the sunset, enjoy the breezes off of Lake Tanganyika.
Picture I cannot yet locate to go here = Cabaret before people begin to come, which is just about sunset time. In the rear is another facility where villagers can buy millet or banana beer.
I had my little Kindle book with me, and so opened to a section and ordered an Amstel beer and then a brochette with frits and coleslaw.
In the meantime, a youth group was practicing across the street at the cathedral and it was lovely; singing here is usually organized with men and women’s chores singing separately, but in harmony. Very nice.
While listening, I looked up in the sky and saw what appeared to be a satellite. Calling over some locals and asking them about it, they said yes – it was a satellite and it stayed always in the same place in the sky but changed colors sometimes. I was told that it took pictures of Burundi and Rwanda, and ‘knew everything that was happening.’ Well, who knows?
The goat brochette with trimmings was tasty, and while thinking of ordering more frits, there was a sudden explosion, ‘pooof‘ – and flame rose quickly from the kitchen. The oil for the frits had caught fire and ignited the thatched roof and bamboo walls!
Immediately a group of about 10 young men climed up on the roof, others handed them buckets of water and sand, and in less than 20 minutes the flames were extinguished. The damage will be repaired today.
So much for having more frits….
During this excitement, Hind – a dog I’ve had since puppy-hood – took the opportunity of stealing the head of a goat that had just been slaughtered for making brochettes.
Several score came into the cabaret to loudly discuss this most interesting event (the fire, not Hind stealing the goat head), and I went home for a hot bath.
Another evening in the village 🙂