Life's a party

This weekend I was fortunate to be invited to a big feast and celebration at the home of one of our clinic's social workers. The party was to welcome her new sister-in-law and her baby into the family, and it was quite the affair, with hundreds of guests--not only family members, but also quite a few stragglers from the neighborhood eager to share their congratulations in exchange for free beer and food. It was quite a nice taste of Basotho (the adjective for the people/culture of Lesotho) culture. The women worked quite hard getting ready for the party: (notice grandma's Puma sneakers) and served all the guests: ...while the men drank beer and listened to music. In fairness, they also carried heavy things around and drove to town on important errands, like buying more beer. Meanwhile, the adolescents posed and looked cool, while the young kids were content to act goofy, The proverbial sacrificial lamb had no idea what was in store... We started dancing a little after noon, and the party was still going on well after sunset. A good time was had by all, drunk and sober.