James and his Frog
Thursday, September 8, 2005
Early on our tour of the first spice farm, a local boy named James began to tag along with our group.
He was quite clever at plaiting grasses and had soon made a variety of little bracelets which he gave to some of the women in our group including me. We gave him some small amounts of coins in exchange.
James also wove a little frog from grass which became one of my favourite souvenirs of this trip to Africa.
I asked him what he was going to do with the money we'd given him and he cheerfully replied that he was going to save up for a watch and some new marbles. He pulled some marbles from his pocket and demonstrated his shooting technique on the red dusty path.
James and I chatted a bit more as he trotted along with the group, but he told us he had to be at school by one o'clock.
I happened to find a round, white and slightly battered Muslim hat in the grass and offered it to him. He seemed extremely pleased with it.
Early on our tour of the first spice farm, a local boy named James began to tag along with our group.
He was quite clever at plaiting grasses and had soon made a variety of little bracelets which he gave to some of the women in our group including me. We gave him some small amounts of coins in exchange.
James also wove a little frog from grass which became one of my favourite souvenirs of this trip to Africa.
I asked him what he was going to do with the money we'd given him and he cheerfully replied that he was going to save up for a watch and some new marbles. He pulled some marbles from his pocket and demonstrated his shooting technique on the red dusty path.
James and I chatted a bit more as he trotted along with the group, but he told us he had to be at school by one o'clock.
I happened to find a round, white and slightly battered Muslim hat in the grass and offered it to him. He seemed extremely pleased with it.
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