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Village Bound - What a Ride

Mid morning, about nine o'clock clock time, three o'clock traditional tribal time (6:00AM, sunrise, equals 0:00 time), our transportation to the village Lengasti showed up at Adve's."I bought a fold-up stool," the driver said to accommodate nine bodies in a eight-seater van. Linda failed to get her finger on her nose before everyone else so she got the stool.

A stop at the bank and post office got everyone money and stamps for post cards for a couplegreeting others. The first part of the drive was a reverse of the trip from the airport at which point the road became a trail that followed cow paths and river beds, if there was rain and water. Three hours into the drive we crested the only rise of the drive and saw the first sign of the village. MInutes later we drove through the gates of a compound and were greeted by Gladness, the village chief and his wife.

cattleWe had passed tall slender Maasai donned in their red wrap-around grab, with slender stick in hand and knife in their belt and sandals made of old tires. Several were herding their Brahma cows or goats, but typically it was children as herders. At the concrete community watering holes herds waited their turn. Donkeys either grazing or carrying yellow buckets of water populated the road from time to time. Dust rose heavy behind us as no rain has fallen for months and none is expected for another three or more. Trees were barren of leaves as the landscape was barren of grass. Water is so necessary for survival.

Dr Lace, our connection person, a pediatrician in Salem and founder of a non-for-profit foundation which helps orphans in Tanzania,clinic clinicgave Gail and me a tour of the clinic. The building was simple but had several rooms for waiting, examination and even one with a bed if someone needed to stay overnight. Equipment and supplies were nearly nonexistent but they did what they could schoolwith what they had. Lace gave Gail a list of symptoms if she were to conduct a clinic during the week. Later Gladness gave some of us a tour of her proposed housing for children whose housing is inadequate, which in this village is almost all the children.

At Maasai childrensunset we joined the women and children as they went to milk the goats and cows coming home from grazing. The animals were comfortable in their pens made of thicket; probably as a result of years of doing the same routine every day. A child milked a goat from behind, getting very little milk. Among the scores of goats, only a very few were milked and with very little volume. They say it's because there is no water or grass; nothing to make milk.

Sunset glowed red and orange as the sun slide behind the horizon. Mt Meru, just a bit north of the sunset accented the horizon with an array of layers of colors.

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