A while back we acquired an old ngalawa (small fishing boat). J was helping a friend out who could no longer use it because shall we say…she was a bit UN-sea worthy. It was delivered to our house and became a playground of sorts for any watoto in the vicinity. We had big plans for the thing but months went by before J was able to carve out some time to work on it.
no worries…it did not feel neglected!
The work went in stages due to lack of tools, time, and frankly the heat!
which turned out to be just fine with some children who rather enjoyed the little boat in our yard.
Iga..ufe…the name of our boat…in Kiswahili….Imitate this…you die (she was built a bit too narrow apparently)
my husband rocks!! And after much hard work….
The work went in stages due to lack of tools, time, and frankly the heat!
which turned out to be just fine with some children who rather enjoyed the little boat in our yard.
Iga..ufe…the name of our boat…in Kiswahili….Imitate this…you die (she was built a bit too narrow apparently)
my husband rocks!! And after much hard work….
Pretty sweet right?
Of course we are now even more crazy in our Wazungu-ness then before since news of our boat shelves has traveled far and wide! But I love ’em!