Travel Memoir—Silver: If He Cries, They Kill Him
Saturday, February 28th, 2009by Ken Lovering It would be easy to blame my sweat on the mid-afternoon Tanzanian sun. But there’s more to why my glands are working overtime: I am sitting in a tiny Maasai enkaji , a circular hut constructed of a mud-manure mix that these five beaded women, my hosts, likely slapped together with their […]
