Throughout each event, the Subas laughed—the performers, their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Their contagious joy made us laugh along with them.
I had brought toothbrushes as gifts and handed them out to shy children gathered in the shade of a wide mango tree.
The celebrations lasted all day—longer than we expected—and at six o’clock the sun set, like it always does on the equator, with only a brief lingering dusk.
Festivities continued, though, and minute by minute, the darkness deepened. I worried that a boat trip after dark might not be safe.… (from Grandma’s Letters from Africa, Chapter 7)