If you don’t read anything else today, read this.
The moment I first spoke of starting a community garden is still crystal clear in my head. I was sitting on a bench with my neighbor Awa underneath her mango tree. We were watching the village boys play soccer, and I told her I thought it would be great if the women in our neighborhood could have a garden in the land behind where they were playing. She brought to my attention right away that there is no well there – i.e. no water source; however, just around there corner there is a well owned by the husband of a nearby family.
I immediately knew I needed to seek out this well owner’s wife to present the idea to her. At that stage of my time spent in Latmingue, I had learned that if I wanted anything to happen it always started with tracking down the right person, and tracking…
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