Why have just one?

So I am seeing my time here coming to a close really quickly and as is often the case, I am taking stock of what I have accomplished. In all, not as much as I would have liked research-wise but that is the joy of fieldwork, right?

I just put the MOU in the mail to the University of Nairobi (I am in Kisumu) so hopefully it will be officially signed by the Vice Chancellor there next week. I say hopefully because the Professor who I have been working with had back surgery and has been out for a while I tell you, if it is not one thing, it's another.

In the meantime, I continue to try meeting as many people because I know I am coming back for another stint and I need to lay the foundation for that trip. Sigh.

That said, I have had a wonderful opportunity as I think I have mentioned before, to hang out with family that I never get to see. As sad occasion, a funeral, took me to my paternal grandmother's side of the family's home. I met relatives I had never met before.

It is also on these occasions that you find out interesting things about your family. Turns out my Dad's side of the family is rife with polygamy. My great-grandfather had not one, not even two but THREE wives. Apparently, so did my grandfather. Three, yes three wives. How that escaped me, I do not know. Silpah (pictured below) is the only survivor. As Wasatch Brewery's Polygamy Porter asked "Why have just one?"