I spent the last 10 days out in the field doing a household census of two administrative sublocations, after which I attended a traditional Maasai wedding and a circumcision ceremony for two teenage boys. There was much singing and dancing, as well as the eating of fried meat soaked in blood. I hope to post more pictures and stories before I head back into the field on Wednesday or so. Until then, I leave you with this:
The other day I met a man called "Kidole Sita", which means "Six Fingers" in Swahili. It is not an ironic nickname.
1 comment:
wow, you wrote the phrases "circumcision ceremony" and "fried meat soaked in blood" uncomfortably close together. well, come to think of it, i made them even closer.
uh, yeah. happy easter! do they have jesus out in kenya?
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