One day this week Joe Joe was sitting at home, Michael had just left, and as with any typical warm day in Tanzania, most of the windows and doors were open. The groaning cows were bellowing as usual in their afternoon neighborly state, and the smell of our everyday unremarkable segment of the animal kingdom wafted through the house. The chickens on this day seemed unusually loud though. It's not uncommon for them to run laps around the house, maybe getting in shape for the night's prom or just strutting their stuff as practice for the fashion show runway, but this day, they seemed almost too close to be outside our walls. Then Joe Joe looked up from her engrossing book and found nothing other than a living room full of chickens. So this is indeed our living room. And after a party last week, we know that it can hold over 30 people and at least 10 chickens.
Swahili word for the day is kuku, which means chicken.