Last week we stopped by our home in Morogoro for a day between travels. As we walked in the back door, we passed our washing machine (that sits on the porch and is currently covered by a tarp) and noticed an egg sitting on the washer. Odd. Maybe our night guard forgot to eat his snack? Or maybe a villager had brought us a gift? We thought about it, then pushed the egg into the back of our minds as we went through our chores.
About an hour later, standing in the kitchen we look out and see, not an egg on the washer, but a chicken! And then another hour passed and we saw not one, but two eggs! Michael assumed the eggs to be manna from heaven, obviously sent to provide our breakfast for our one morning home, but Joe Joe insisted that the eggs be left alone. Maybe when we get home next we'll have more eggs, or more chickens!
Swahili word for the day is mayai, which means eggs.