Three Hens

mary, heidi, and i are waiting for the rain to pass. we sit inside her tukul, near the warmth of the fire, telling stories of kenya and catching up on mundri news. 

soon, we make our way outside. mary puts us to work sweeping away the leaves and debris left by the rain, and we settle under a large tree on her compound. 

preparations for tea begin without delay, and the three of us sit and enjoy some bread and eggs with hibiscus tea. 

we watch the chickens roam around, pecking at crumbs, and we shoo them from under our feet.  

“how many chickens do you have?” i asked mary.

“there are three hens but no husband (rooster)” she replies.

heidi begins to laugh, “just like us...three hens with no husband!”