So, we were out in a village doing surveys for the day. Keri, Amelia and myself, being white, could not go with our native research assistants to do door-to-door surveying because the villagers would become rather preoccupied with the fact that we were white Americans, and the surveys wouldn't get done. So the three of us explored the village. Along the way we were walking past this house on the opposite side of the road, and someone was yelling at us. I had gone out to the villages more than the others, and I understood they were wanting us to come talk to them. We meandered over to this large group of people, and they treated us like honored guests! Turns out they were preparing for a wedding, which in Setswana culture can be a multi-day event.
They fed us Bagobe (pronounced like ba-ho-bay, with the ho like a deep gutteral flem producing sound. It means porridge), introduced us to the bride and groom, took pics with us, and even tried to teach us some Setswana culture by teaching the girls how to do the celebratory "call" that women do at parties, weddings and other joyous occasions. This has a couple of moments that are really funny to me, such as when I try to do a 1-2-3 count for all of the women to sound their call, and none of them pay me any mind, when I ask the mother of the group her name and she just does her call into the camera, and especially the end where one of the women get's really into it and shakes her butt in my general direction and gets right in my face. Her expression and laugh after just brings a smile to my heart.
AHHHH! I love these people so much! Can't wait to move back someday... :)