the "driveway" - INside the gate
in a way it's beautiful, but they're glass shards to slice up any potential robbers
some village-style dancing, celebrating the end of January and all its new arrivals
The bunny died. We fed him to the cat.
It's kind of like whittling.
Preparing manioc, aka cassava, aka yucca, which will eventually become a substance called "fou fou", which I will never make for you. (It's not so terrible...it's just, it's not so wonderful either!)
it was a big day - the school had just acquired desks, which means the students no longer had to rely on plastic chairs, and each other's backs
the old plastic chairs, the new desks, and the cluttered black board expected to cram six years of primary education into just three
congo's take on the one-room schoolhouse
my (first) room!
with a view
frying manioc
drying manioc
the garden my room looked out on, and yes, those are bathtubs full of garden water
outdoor laundry room
laundry..."work station"?
the store-room off the kitchen; giant freezer to hold meat, in back, and all the blue tubs contain flour, rice and the like - keep out mice and cockroaches.
Eggs! go figure.
Symphorose, one of the pre-postulantes (she's 22).
like I said...the wonders of chicken shit.
the postulate coif
step one
like a crown, of thread-spun hair
In front of le Centre de Rattrapage - school for kids who'd never go otherwise.
my first fete (we're dancing)
my simple presence made her cry
