This is the view when you step outside his front door
After touring his neighborhood, we went to the river to wash dishes, and fill buckets with river water. (He bathes in the river during the day, and bathes in the shower at night using buckets of river water.)
Matt showed me the spot on the river where he was stung by a
sting ray.
“Now,” he instructed, “Wade into the river chest deep and
fill up the buckets with water.”
“What about the sting rays?”
“I’m sure they’re gone. Stop standing in the shallow end.
The deeper water is cleaner and better for filling buckets. There are lots of
other people here.”
“Yes, but all the other people are in the shallow end. There is no one else
in the deep end.”
As I waded deeper into the water, one of the women washing
dishes noticed my hesitancy.
“San pasa?” (What’s wrong)
“Mi fede den chopula!” (I’m afraid of sting rays!)
“Ay! Yu mus waka so.” (You must walk like this) (Njuka is an
English -based language, so if it looks like a word in English, it probably
represents that word) She showed me how
to kick sand in front of me and drag my toes in the dirt. Apparently, sting
rays run away when kicked from the side, and attack only when stepped on from
above.
I dutifully collected the water in the deep part while
dragging my toes carefully.
Matt, thanks for trying to kill me.
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