Warrior Watchman
This story begins with unfortunate circumstances on an otherwise auspicious day. Last Friday we had our first ever party at our house for our friend Pilli’s birthday! I made my yumcious spaghetti (simmered for hours), someone brought a huge cake, and we realized that our house really is wonderful for entertaining (much more so when we finally get a dining table- O Lord send us a dining table). It went late into the evening, and then Ema took everyone home after so we were up very late. As we were finally shutting up the house in the wee hours— suddenly Ema shouted in like the scariest voice I’ve ever heard (in Swahili so I dunno what he said), several octaves deeper than his normal voice. My heart was in my throat and he let me know that he saw a face outside our window sneaking around, as he unlocked the front door to run out and confront him. I looked and saw the intruder much too easily climbing back out of our wall/gate that has sharp spikes all around the top to keep such p...