Monday 27 September 2010

firstfruits

When Hélène - who works for us - arrived this morning, she told me that she thought the corn was ripe. Simon was very excited to hear this, so she took him and his friends out to harvest some for lunch.



Simon automatically carried it back into the house the way everyone carries things around here:





Steamed for 15 minutes, a bit of butter, salt and pepper, and it tasted gooooood!





Marc thinks that we can call it organic, fairtrade corn ... if we can prove that Simon pays his workers a fair wage ... or any wage at all for that matter! (Don't worry, they'll actually be taking home most of the corn!)

Saturday 18 September 2010

getting cornier!


Simon's corn continues to sprout at an impressive rate! Here is Simon, now able to hide in the middle of it!



An ear of corn forming:



The rest of the corn and the okra, looking a bit like a paddy field after a big rainstorm:

Tuesday 7 September 2010

huh?!


When you are learning a language, sometimes you understand the words themselves but not the meaning when they're put together. Today Samuel quoted a local proverb and I just didn't get it! The proverb was:

Prison isn't for sheep.

Okaaaaay...? No matter how much I tried to get my brain round that, it still didn't make any sense to me (apart from supposing that the literal meaning is true!).

So Samuel explained that the proverb is quoted by anyone feeling rebellious. They say that prison isn't for sheep, it's for people, ie. they would feel quite at home there, so the threat of it isn't going to put them off breaking the law.

Although I felt enlightened by the explanation, I still found it rather weird reasoning … but that may well be a cultural thing too! Or just the fact that I have always been very law-abiding :o)

Another culture-learning experience we had was to learn a local card game, having the rules explained to us in Monkolé. It was fun, but I'm not likely to play much. I suspected it would be just the men who play, and Samuel confirmed this, saying that women don't have time to. (This was confirmed by a local woman I talked to later on, and she didn't seem to mind!)

Here are Marc and the pastor playing, with Simon looking on (and camouflaging well into Marc's shirt!).


Thursday 2 September 2010

Simon and the corn stalks

When the okra was planted (see my post of 3-ish weeks ago), the corn was about a foot high. We got back from travelling on Saturday and found it THIS high!!