Saturdays are also fun days in Africa because the kids are all at home, people go to the market and other places and everyone seems to be having a good time. This particular Saturday was also election day here in Lesotho which for us just meant even more people around than usual.
We walked up a mountain and into a village called Sehonghong, which sounds more Chinese than Basotho, but okay.
A few kids were gathered with their backs up again a house along the road and started to ask us questions about where we were going. In typical fashion, the group of kids/teenagers continued to grow by the minute as we stood there. As we were getting ready to move on, one kid asks about Aaron’s drum, and if he wanted to play, the group now nearing 15 kids.
So Aaron sits down in the middle of the dirt road and plays a short little beat. They wanted him to sing, but that’s not really his thing either. The groups grows again, and the women in the house across the street yell over to us, apparantly inviting us for food as translated by the kids.
Before we know it, we’re seated on a bench outside their home with fresh baked bread and black tea with sugar; at least 30 men, women and kids surrounding us. Aaron palyed some more, the kids took turns playing the drum, as they get the guts to, and we had a great time.
Languages barriers don’t seem to matter when you have a drum and smile.
- June 19
- , 2012
