It’s the gathering place for the men of the village.

And though I cannot join them, I can see them lounging about. The clinking of stones against the wood of the mancala boards mingles with the sounds of their chit chatting. The swishing stream of tea being poured alternates with satisfying sips.

It’s where lively discussions begin and disputes are settled.

With a roof balanced on stacked stones and low clearance, this ingenuity allows for peaceful resolution to arguments. As they say, it’s difficult to become or stay angry when one must remain seated.

All under the case à palabre.

The toguna.