Journey through the Village

I’ve just been transferred to a typical village, characterized by houses built with clay soil framed by netted bamboo sticks and roofed with palm rafts. This is an area close to nature, it is yet to experience the rape of civilisation. Here, mother nature and her children thrive along well – a perfect ecosystem interacting perfectly and harmoniously. There’s serenity and peace punctuated by the song of the birds which themselves are heralds of pure peace and not a warning call to be at alert against the hunters rifle (a product of technological noise).
There’s the smell of soil, vegetation, smoke snaking out lazily from an inhabitant’s bamboo kitchen and in it a little child squinting while trying to fan the dead firewood to active flame. She’s been left at home where she’d be more useful instead of joining the others to till the soil – she’s not matured yet… There’s the smell of fermented cassava still undergoing the process to make the best delicacy of the village…
This is the village and I am the priest!