Last Sunday we took a walk and talk around Faraja before the basketballi game. One never knows what may happen with approx. 25 children in tow, some in wheelchairs, some using walkers, some running ahead, some walking slowly with the others who are taking off into unchartered territory. Taking a right into Faraja’s coffee fields was quite the adventure. They just follow us wherever; never asking where we’re going. We passed by the “rich” neighbor’s nyumba (house) and were told not to knock on their gate. I guess there is a Boo Radley house in every village.

We ended up at Faraja’s farm where we discovered another dead piglet. I quickly went home to get necropsy materials so we could have a little biology lesson. The children crowded around to see the heart, lungs, liver, intestines, esophagus, trachea, etc. with great curiosity. Course the highlight for some was when the farm dog Lady, absconded with the entire pig.

Our next stop was back up at Faraja where the garden is. Hugh got kids pulling weeds to feed “greens” in addition to the dry, brown corn stalks they are getting now. Obviously the major problem for the farm animals is poor nutrition.

Hugh has much work to do on the farm. It has great potential. So far, he has been gathering information using an interpreter whenever he can get one. Kundisay is knowledgeable about the animals and is a tremendous worker. But having no true manager, no feed, no plan, and no planning poses a bit of a problem…….good potential! His initial plan is to sell half of the goats and pigs. Bigger is not better. Having less animals will enable better care. I’m not sure what all these giant testiculated (sp?, yes, but word check changed it to gesticulated, but we overwrote it) bucks and boars are doing here. The farm will one day be awesome.