Shea Harvest

This morning Kallie and I are lying asleep in bed when all of the sudden we hear someone yell CHRIS! in our ears. Since the head of our bed abuts our window, it was quite a loud wake up call, in which Kallie contributed to by screaming in her startlement and jumping out of bed so quickly she nearly ripped down our mosquito netting. A few seconds later we realized the voice was that of our neighbor’s, Raymond. Raymond had wanted to see if I wanted to go pick swa (swa means ‘knowledge’ in Kasem and also is the name for shea fruit) with him and his friends, and he did so successfully because once your heart rate is bordering that of a heart attack you can’t expect to be falling back asleep anytime soon. 

We walked for maybe two or three miles out into farmland towards Burkina Faso. The scenery of the new green grasses springing to life, the shea trees, the local homes, and the distant mountains was beautiful and made me think that this land was so well protected from human development that it probably looked just as it had when the cross-Saharan merchants would come to this region on their final stop into West Africa for trade. So this morning I did a lot of eating shea fruit (the best comparison I can make is a pear flavor mixed with an avocado texture, though much smaller) and a lot of photo snapping in the attempt to capture some of the sights. Here is a few photos I have to share. The trees that look like oak trees are shea and if you can see the hazy mountains in the background that is the country of Burkina Faso.  

        

  

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2 thoughts on “Shea Harvest

  1. That was hilarious! Sorry I have not been a good correspondent these last couple of weeks. Been clearing junk out of our house – purging, simplifying, dejunking, etc., and also prepping for this year’s Camp Grandma. Also, I spent a ton of time on the Alzheimer’s fundraiser.
    I love hearing about what you all are doing. Caitlin keeps me updated every time she does or does not speak to you. ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€ i guess I have to pack it in now. Oh nuts! Too slow! I was trying to lie down BEFORE Dolly came in and stretched over my section of the bed and began demanding i pet her. Not sure why she thinks she can have 60% of my 40% of the bed!
    We love you, miss you, and are so proud of you both. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
    Love, Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Jim

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