Here he is in front of his place.
And me, too.
We needed to chop some wood for the fire, and since he has no axe, he used the edge of his spade.
This is one of the pots used in traditional Basotho cooking.
Here I am chopping the greens (mostly spinach) for the moroho.
And stirring the papa.
Ntate Marabe's landlady, 'M'e Mathapelo (may mah-TAH-peh-loh), oversaw the operation.
We dined well once the papa and moroho were done. I was surprised by how satisfying the meal was, despite its simplicity. Maize meal and cooked greens. That's it. But preparing them entirely outdoors, including cooking them over an open fire, made them taste better somehow.
We had traveled out to Ntate Marabe's place by taxi (which here is typically a minivan), and he escorted me back through his village to the taxi.
We bid farewell, and I boarded the taxi, finding a seat in the back.
We passed row houses.
And roadside merchants.
I have to say, spending the day with Ntate Marabe, getting an opportunity to cook with fire, or ho pheha ka mollo (ho pay_HAH kah moh-LOH), and to see where and how he lives, was one of the best and most eye-opening experiences of my time here. In case you are wondering, ho bapala (hoh bah_PAH-lah) means "to play", hence the title of this entry translates as "to play with fire".)
It is closed now, as a newer hospital recently opened on the outskirts of town. Here, you can see some of the old equipment just piled up on the porch.
As I understand it, there is now talk of re-opening the Queen II as it is more accessible and easier to staff. The new hospital is very modern and was constructed and equipped with a great deal of external funding, but they are having difficulty keeping it staffed with people who know how to use the equipment, and - unlike the Queen II - it is nowhere near the main taxi stop in town. Sigh.