Teso on my Mind:

Every son must have his own hut.

These are my brothers huts, built in my fathers compound. When they come to visit, their families spend nights in their own space. It's a modern hut with a small bathroom and space enough to section off the kids. Mud huts require more maintenance with the walls being patched up with mud every 3 months.

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Feb 1, 2016

Teso Huts for Teso Brothers

Teso on my Mind:

Every son must have his own hut.

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