Millet and a pestle
Memories of holidays spent in my father’s country side home become fonder every passing year. It’s my fathers home because – I’m an African woman, a married African woman. When I said “I do”, Sam’s people became my people, his home became my home. I embraced a new culture. My father enjoyed company and celebration so, what was a party in Teso without ajon ? - the local brew. My recollection of what went into preparing ajon went something like this;- Women harvested millet from the garden; they loaded it up in sacks and unburdened it in the courtyard. Later, in the cool of the day, after a meal of “ Achok keda ekyadoi ” (sweet potatoes and greens) – they selected thick sticks and pestles to thresh the millet. They saddled their babies on their backs and thumped the sacks to a rhythm. They swayed the sticks high over their heads in a circular motion, gained momentum and brought them down -hard onto the sacks. The threshing went on for close to 30 minutes, spaced with intervals to turn t...