It is an honour to feature this latest travel highlight entry from Cinda Brooks:
Maasai Boma
A beam of light spears through a crack, spotlighting dancing particles in the darkness of a smoky mud-cow dung boma. My hostess hands me an overflowing tin cup of boiling chai, her hardened, cracked fingers brush mine in the darkness. The chai drips on the dirt floor; a wordless message that I am very welcome in this home. I hear the sizzle as she spits into the fire in the floor of the one room hut. Baby goats’ bleating beside me in melody with the tinkling cow bells, the morani warriors calling, and children coughing outside.
Maasai Boma
A beam of light spears through a crack, spotlighting dancing particles in the darkness of a smoky mud-cow dung boma. My hostess hands me an overflowing tin cup of boiling chai, her hardened, cracked fingers brush mine in the darkness. The chai drips on the dirt floor; a wordless message that I am very welcome in this home. I hear the sizzle as she spits into the fire in the floor of the one room hut. Baby goats’ bleating beside me in melody with the tinkling cow bells, the morani warriors calling, and children coughing outside.
 | Cinda lives near Austin, Texas, with her husband, Stanley, and Rhodesian ridgeback puppy, Buddy. She is a gold medalist in the World Police and Fire Games in biathlon (running and pistol shooting), rowing, cross country, and cycling. Cinda has recently released her memoir: Heartprints of Africa Check out her Amazon Author Page: amazon.com/author/cindabrooks |
