Travel Memoir—Silver: If He Cries, They Kill Him
Friday, February 27th, 2009by Ken Lovering
It would be easy to blame my sweat on the mid-afternoon Tanzanian sun.
But there’s more to why my glands are working overtime: I am sitting in a tiny Maasai enkaji , a circular hut constructed of a mud-manure mix that these five beaded women, my hosts, likely slapped together with their bare hands. [...]
