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The Mother's Union choir sing at the Sherehe |
Sherehe is the word for a celebration. Sherehes are held for all sorts of reasons and are a wonderful gathering of people, noise, food and joy. On Sunday we drove over an hour - the last 20 minutes on a narrow stony track - to the edge of a tiny village in the hills to celebrate with one of our newly ordained college students. There was a torn tarpaulin awning outside their house, the sitting room furniture had been brought outside, the church choirs had all come with their instruments and loud speakers (and tiny petrol generator), and friends and neighbours were cooking enormous pots of rice and bananas on open wood fires. Some guests are invited, but others just gather around to enjoy the music and hope to get a taste of food.
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Others just gather to enjoy the event |
We were - as white people and college tutor - guests of honour so sat on the sofa and had the first use of the few plastic plates and spoons. As at all sherehes there were speeches and prayers, and many songs written especially for the occasion. The choir in the picture sang to the wonderful accompaniment of a drum and a nail rubbed against a ridged Fanta bottle. And then we were all invited to bring gifts - these are presented with more singing and dancing and everyone comes forward to offer congratulations.
Such events make our "stand-around-balancing-a- drink-and-sausage-roll" parties look rather tame!
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