In a Somba Home
Togo 2003
A Somba woman grinds pulses in a room of the “castle”. The rooms don’t connect by hallways. They connect through an inner patio. This great light is doorway light and it is lovely. I am standing in her doorway: the one that leads to the outside.
We don’t see her grinding stone. But she uses the same method that has been used for millennia: a flat stone where the grain is spread and a stone shaped somewhat like a rolling-pin to rub back and forth over the grain until it is pulverized.