Africans can teach us so much, especially me.  Like Henry Higgins, I am a patient (wo)man.  But today my patience is growing very thin and I shall have to wait for Jessie to return from her walk in order to put a picture on that will clarify the title of this entry.  I skipped the walk thinking that I am  not an ignorant woman and that surely I can figure this out, but trying to get a picture on the blog seems beyond me.  I only use my laptop when I am in Africa and it’s a bit different from my desktop.  Yes, yes, a picture is worth a thousand words and believe me I’m not writing a thousand words to describe the kitchen at Bishop Stanway Primary School this morning.  But here is the scene.  What looked like a cardboard tri-folded shield (sort of  like a tryptich) comprised the outdoor wind screen.  Wood was heaped in perfect campfire specifications ~ one could imagine Po Campo (Lonesome Dove) hustling and  bustling around the fire or John Wayne riding up and growling: “What’s for grub?”   Sitting on the burning wood pile was a large enough pot to bathe in or at least baptize in.   It smelled heavenly.  The pot was the one cooking utensil.  “Thou shalt not covet is one of the big 10,” so I will get off of Claude’s back about an up-dated kitchen.   Here four days now and still not totally rested or acclimated to a totally new life.  I surely won’t send pictures of our bath routine, but let me tell you, it’s an experience.  In our little living quarters at Msalato we have it so much better than the villagers and still they sing and smile and are grateful for that one cooking pot.  Oh, Lord, what would they think of Bed Bath and Beyond?  It is happiness to be back.  Tally