|Uncle Mulu (David Family Father)|
"We are rich!" The words caught me by surprise. It was just before 6:00 in the evening. The smell of freshly baked pumpkin cake lingered in the kitchen. The cake had been baked for Uncle Mulu the father of our family group. It was his birthday and the kids wanted to celebrate. One of the girls came after school to bake the cake and as we waited for it to cool we began chatting about the tree outside our back door.
I'd been told by several people that the jackfruit were
ready. Under the bumpy green skin is sticky orange flesh which I must admit is a bit of an acquired taste. The kids in our family group love them and so when I offered one to the family, Agnes raced off home for a bike to transport it. Arriving back in record time, she scampered up the tree, twisted the stem and gave a cry of delight as the jackfruit landed on the ground with a resounding thud. After strapping the jackfruit on the bike she rode off happily calling out, "We are rich." How she captured the joy of that moment. Gifts for her family had made her rich.