In our second attempt to stay warm this weekend, we decided to cook outside over the fire.
Ntate Bokang, one of our night security guards, brought us some maize to cook.
(I feel like there's a few things I should explain about that sentence:
1. "Ntate" means "father" in Sesotho...you call everyone either "father" or" mother" around here.
2. We do have a security guard, but it is very safe here...Mokhotlong is a very small, sleepy town.
3. Maize = corn. They're the same thing. After a long discussion, we finally googled it and yes, they're the same...most of you probably already knew that..ha. They just happen to call it maize here.)
Subsistence farming is a big part of life here in Lesotho.
Meaning most people grow their own food...maybe a little extra to sell.
Ntate Bokang was kind enough to bring us some of his maize...plus the big bowl of delicious peaches you can see in the first photo.
He was also kind enough to start the fire after I failed miserably at it.
Mmmm...it was so delicious!
Tasted like popcorn on a cob...mmm.
I've really enjoyed getting to know Ntate Bokang.
He's a very kind and humble man, who expresses often how fortunate he feels to have a steady job that allows him to feed his children.
He's one of the many people I've met here who make me thankful for my time in Lesotho.
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