Elliot came by. Elliot is a Peace Corps volunteer in a
village near Matt. This is Elliot with me.
That weekend, the area that had been the site of somber
speeches to a deceased leader became an amazing party in front of his casket.
The transition from sad to happy reminded of the 2nd lines for
funerals in New Orleans. One part of the funeral is very sad and somber, but
another part is a celebration of the person’s life. A band called Turbulence
flew in from Jamaica just for the dance - and they sang in Njuka.
Elliot and I danced, while Matt worked at the Rasta Bar. The
Rasta Bar is a tiny store that sells drinks and snacks to funeral goers.
This is Elliot with friends at the dance.
This is me at the dance with Matt’s friends.
The next night, the broko-dei was canceled. The grave
collapsed, breaking one man’s leg. I hope that he is alright.
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