Mama Kasanga
November 21, 2012

“Unasikia njaa?” asks Mama Kasanga, as she does every time we begin preparing a meal, as if ascertaining my level of hunger will determine the speed at which she turns the ugali. “Kidogo”, I respond, as I do every time she asks me. It’s the only acceptable answer. I really feel no hunger at all since at every meal time I am forced to sit at the table until I consume a large mass of food, much like a stubborn child told to finish her peas. (more...)

tags: Language, Culture, Gender

location: Rift Valley, Kenya, Kenya

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