MY VISIT WITH KIMANI MARUGE DAY 4

Today, I slept in until lunch, when I smelled the chicken stew that Maruge was cooking. I woke up to see that nobody was there, so I went to check the neighborhood's shared kitchen, which was close enough to the window for me to smell it by my bed, and I found Maruge tending to a big clay pot over a fire, full of vegetables that he had grown on his garden. I could hear the fire crackling, and smell the chicken, which afterwards tasted a little salty, with a bit of onion. One thing that was hard for me was that I had to eat with my hands. Since he gave me food, it means that he is a caring man.