(The Dry Season)
A song began to form near the front of the Kenya Assemblies of God church, and the hundred or so farmers filling the simple, wooden benches rose to join in the praise. Leonida Wanyama, wiping her brow, straightened slowly. Even though the day was still young, she was exhausted. The forty-two-year-old mother of seven had been up long before the sun, toiling since 4 a.m.
By the light of a kerosene lantern, Leonida had milked her two cows and dispatched several liters to the morning market. Then she gathered charcoal and wood for the breakfast fire and prepared a meager serving of tea and maize porridge for her family. As dawn arrived, Leonida grabbed her jembe, a crude, short-handled hoe, and hacked at a patch ...