Every last little bit of that reddish dust

Every last little bit of that reddish dust

This is the time of year when everything is covered with a thick layer of reddish dust -- I think the last time it rained was in May. The plants -- the cows -- my hair! -- everything lives with the reality that the world has turned to red dust. It is even more so with my vehicle -- on most days you can only barely perceive that it is blue. It has become an accepted part of life – dust in the dry season – no problem. Best to just ignore it and not even try to fight a losing battle against the reddish dust that cakes everything this time of year. Most of the time anyway.

I was out visiting my favorite village of Mwefu, following up on Jamila who has become a recent friend of mine. The fact that she is pregnant, too weak to walk and in wretched poverty, makes her HIV status all the worse, and so we have tried to do what we can in between clinic days. Her house is on a hill overlooking the village and so when I wanted to visit her I left my car down on the road and hiked up to the top of the hill to her little house. After our visit, while I was walking back from Jamila's, I could see off in the distance that there was someone doing something to my car. As I got closer I could suddenly see that someone was cleaning my car with a rag! He was so very carefully removing every last little bit of that reddish dust. When I got to my car, the man introduced himself as Tobias, explaining that he was one of my friends who I had helped last year during the time when he was a mere half his body weight and couldn't even leave his house. I recognized the sparkle in his eyes, his smile and his name, but the body was the body of a man in completely good health. I marveled at him and I marveled at my beautiful car -- both so unexpected -- and I commented on his healthy body and his kind work. His response was that “I can’t have Mama running around in a dirty car, now can I?”

I just smiled.

I do love living here, so very much!