Watching the men in my village, the Men of Mourgoula, team up and work, replacing the roofing on my kitchen hut, laughing and cracking jokes, pointing everyone in a different direction, poking each other with 17foot bamboo poles, folding and tying the grass off, drinking tea and lounging, was hilarious. Satisfying. And quite rightly left me with a very poorly sealed roof. It was so worth it.
Secured with mud and stones, blessed by the Iman, they finally left me to my fresh smelling, damp roof. It was beautiful and funny and human. It was fantastic.