Musha Visit

This week, the boys and I were privileged to be invited to lunch at a lady's musha home.  Musha is a village home.  Of course we were eager to go and have a cultural adventure.  She invited us to walk with her and look at her various fields.  This rainy season has been rough on people's farmland.  Many crops are failing or have a small yield.  Looking at her huge, beautiful fields, I was surprised that our hostess is a widow and has done most of this farming on her own.  Here is a quick photo-journal of our time with this gracious woman:

Outside her kitchen, a typical Zimbabwean hut.

Inside her kitchen.  I love that in Zimbabwe they have these built in cupboards that display their plates and other utensils.  It makes their kitchens so attractive!  Also her fire pit is unusual.  Most have their cooking pits right in the middle, but her stove is built up on the side and is safer for children.  At the hospital there are so many children that come in with burns from falling into the fire.

A feast fit for a king!  We had sadza-the white food-which is a stiff porridge made from ground maize.  The green is similar to collard greens in a delicious sauce.  Then there was rice with a sauce made from soya-mince (made from soy product), and finally a slice of squash.

One of her fields.  This one is cotton.  All through her field of cotton she had pumpkins and various squashes growing. 

A beautiful wildflower along the path to her musha.

Another set of wildflowers on our walk.

It was an honor to be invited into this woman's home and learn about her life.  Now when we see her around on the hospital compound we don't just recognize a face, but we embrace a friend!