Well, I promised some photos from when we went to Malulu, so here they are. Spent two nights out in the village, had fun at the farm, raided mango trees, searched for good hard wood, and there was much relaxing after eating nsima. enjoy
Yesterday I went to spend some time with these guys in the photo above. They live in a village on the outskirts of town and run a small bicycle/motorbike repair “shop” outside the front of one guys house. They are yet to catch on that I speak Portuguese which is great for practising chi-yao. Most days are very difficult and for anyone who doesn’t like small talk, learning a different language involves a LOT of small talk to begin with… something that I am slowly becoming comfortable with. Each visit I share something new in chi-yao and they usually respond with a whole assortment of questions and comments which I cannot understand. They laugh a lot and I laugh a lot which is something we can both interpret but it is slow going.
Here’s to edging closer to those challenging dreams, hopes and ambitions we have inside of us.
When talking with Januario yesterday about how his weekend was, I was soon surprised to hear that he cannot dance! Sunday evening he went to a ‘Unyago’ the coming of age ceremony for kids to step into adulthood. My first question was did you dance? Because that is what you do for most of the day and night… turns out he can’t dance and doesn’t like to dance. This was quite surprising as I thought all Africans were awesome dancers? Anyway, turns out we are not so different after all…